What Do Ya Want?

What do ya want, girlfriend?


I want the air to smell like a cool, mountain afternoon after a light rain.


I want my anger to be absorbed by the love that is in my heart and sent back out as acceptance and forgiveness.


I want to keep commitments I make to myself that are the "who" of who I am.


I want to lose myself when I am talking about Christ's love to someone else.


I want the perfect crème brulee and to be able to have just one drink when I am eating a terrific steak and to have those things at an old wooden table in a stone house with open windows letting in a chilly breeze smelling of earth and grasses. I want to eat my meal with a large and slightly heavy steak knife, one sturdy fork and a delicate, silver spoon for dessert. I want to share this meal with someone who enjoys a wide range of topics, loves a loud and hearty laugh and suffers, like myself, from a touch of melancholy when moments are so perfect as the one we are experiencing together. I want that person to be a friend with no expectations of romantic love or commitment. Warmth, friendship, delight in our time together and separation as the evening sun fades. I want all of that to disappear into a mist as I walk away. I want never to recreate that exact moment again. I want to remember it until I die with joy and satisfaction.


I want to serve God with an open heart and  honest motivation.


My one frivolous and decadent want is for a full-time cook/housekeeper who has the confidence to decorate and maintain my home without asking me questions and to prepare a menu that I love without opinion.


I want to die falling into the arms of my Lord Jesus!