The small things are what matter most

There is this perfect moment that I don't hear often. In the past week, I've heard it twice.

It only lasts for a few seconds but when it is over your world is refreshed, renewed.

It first happened last Friday afternoon on the beach with the hubs.

There was a moment when the waves were quiet. When I was between words in my book. When I had just inhaled and their was a pause before my exhale. The wind stopped for a second.

It was perfect.

That moment, that quiet, that rest, was perfection. I dream that is what my Heaven will be like.

I've never heard that perfect moment until now. Maybe it's because I'm trying to learn how to not take life for granted so I am noticing the small things.

Next time you are on the beach. Take your time. It will happen when you least expect it. When it happens you will know it.

For a small moment the whole world is at rest and all is right in the world.

That quiet is forever-changing.