A little farmhouse on a lake is a very nice place to live, but there are a couple times every year when something happens to make it feel pretty much like a palace. Like when the big old lilac bush out front blooms. We’re rich in lilacs over here, folks.
Bonus if you have a friendly chipmunk who lives deep inside this marvelous perfumed bush and scurries out to seek handouts at al fresco luncheons.
I wonder if he feels as rich as I do when his home is in bloom?
“Praise the LORD! How blessed is the man who fears the LORD, who greatly delights in His commandments… Wealth and riches are in his house, and his righteousness endures forever.” (Psalm 112:1, 3)
Rejoicing Hills 