ABUNDANCE

You could have an abundance of material things, you could have an abundance of attitude. My heart stirred when I read Psalm 23. Specifically Psalm 23:5.

In the quiet morning light,
my cup overflows,
a bounty of grace, 
the gentle whisper
of blessings unmeasured.

Each drop a reminder
of love unfurling,
like petals in the sun,
unconditional,
an embrace that knows no end.

I see it in the laughter,
the shared moments,
in the stillness of the nights
when the world quiets,
and all that remains is the pulse
of a beating heart, alive.

A rhythm composed of hope,
wrapped in the warmth
of simple joys,
and the sacred space
where faith meets the ordinary.

Here, the abundance flows,
an endless stream,
a promise renewed,
in every breath
I take, in every step
that leads me forward.

This abundant love, a river,
winding through life’s valleys,
nourishing the soil
where dreams may bloom,
in the garden of each day,
a testament of grace.

Written by Mia Ball 3/31/2026