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I love...

...because I am alive.

...to kneel with my family each morning and night hearing sweet voices praise and adulate our Father.

...knowing that He hears me and my family.

...kissing sweet faces - even my son who's getting a little too old for it.

...holding tight the ones I love.

...hearing those same voices reading the words of the Lord in the early morning hours.

...hearing my daughter's footsteps coming down the stairs in the morning.

...feeling her crawl into bed between me and my wife.

...singing to her about Rock Candy Mountains and Sunshine and Old Cowhands and Yellow Submarines.

...looking into the eyes of beloved friends and seeing God's glory there.

...watching the sunrise over desert places.

...quiet moments of reflection and pondering. This is where God exists for me.

...feeling clean.

...to love others. I just love people. Really.

...a good joke, a witty remark, an intelligent conversation, a well-crafted opposing viewpoint, defending a position I don't really espouse.

...the word "verdant".

...Texas. Really. Texas rules.

...being involved in my community.

...making a difference in that community.

...making a difference in people's lives.

...feeling respected by people I respect.

...listening to NPR. Click and Clack RULE!!!

...friends who listen, who are there for me, and who do not easily change in their allegiance, come what may. You know who you are. Thank you.

...that my best friend is my Savior.

...to serve.

...to love.

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