The moments in a quiet room
Where all you can hear is the scratching of your pen against the paper
And your own soft murmurs
Of what you're about to write
In a seemingly ordinary room
That seems somehow beautiful in the dim candlelight

Strumming the rough guitar strings
To one of the first songs you ever wrote
While looking out at the sunset
And listening to laughter through the wall

Remembering the good things
While laying the harder things at his feet
And dreaming of what He might have planned

Drinking something hot in front of the fire
While it snows outside
And your dog sleeps at your feet

When a friend looks at you and says
"I love you"
For no other reason than just that

Will I ever truly know what it's like to count my blessings?

Lord, how could I ask for more? ♥