How is it that surrounded by the force fed air of the material world do we forget that the best things in life are indeed free. It’s not in the trappings of bulging bank accounts does happiness exist. For money can bring us the rentals of luxury but when God calls us home none of those trinkets accompany us into the ground or the urn from the crematorium.
The best things in life are free. The human touch, a kiss, a held hand, a glance from a loved one and a knowing smile. These gifts we share everyday and no price tag can be pulled from them. When we cry for help and it’s answered I know that the best things in life are free.
