A Perfect Day?

Boxing Day, December 2008.

Dad, Mags, Phil and I went for a walk. It was a nice walk. A very nice walk indeed. It was somewhere in the Peak District (probably - my geography of the Midlands isn't that great) and it was extremely pretty. We walked along some kind of valley. It was cold (I could see my breath) and there were patches of woodland dotted about among the rough country side. In the low December sun, which covered everything in sight with a king of golden haze, we paused to eat what Dad had packed in his bag. I had smoked salmon and brie sandwiches and glass of surprisingly pleasant Spanish red wine. We then walked another mile or so to the pub (I can't remember the name) outside of which we drunk our hot chocolate before walking back the whole route again.
I felt very happy, a bit awed by the beauty of what God has made for us to enjoy, and appreciating the love of my family.
Now, I know that because of Jesus, I have a New Creation to look forward to - where everything will be perfect, where no one will die or feel pain or hunger or sadness of any sort. I know this Boxing Day was not a patch on what is to come, but I praise God for his mercy in giving me this day to help tide me over until I get to taste the real thing.