you make known to me the path of life in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
sometimes, i go looking for the joy, seeking the right hand of the creator.
you are my lord. apart from you i have no good thing.
this morning, when i dropped ben off at the office, the sun was just far enough above the horizon to be tinging trees and rooftops the faintest, glowing pink. i turned and drove slowly into the park and watched two white-tail does prance across the snow, ears up, tails lifting and falling, graceful and lithe.
the lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed i have a beautiful inheritance.
i drove slowly through town, noticing the blue of the sky, the dark of the tree skeletons, the puffs of clouds colored white and grey and pink.
my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices.
psalm 16