Full

My life is full.
It's full of satisfaction.
Of love.
Of hope.
My life is full of people.
Of dreams.
Of laughter.
It's full of anticipation.
Of believing the best.
Of encouragement.
It's sometimes full of trepidation.
Of wondering.
Of concern.
It's full of faithfulness.
Of God.
Of others.
It's full of contentment.
Of food.
Of rest.
My life is absolutely full.
Without regrets.
Except for when I choose to forget.
When I choose to worry.
When I choose to let fear rule.
I spent too long there though.
Now, I might stop in for a visit,
but I like to be right back on my way.
Because the fullness of love,
of kindness,
of joy,
of blessings,
of children,
of friends,
of peace....
of God Himself,
is enough.
blessings on you, my dears.