Wrinkles

Hello to all. There are times, when I am just full of something to say, and it spills out here, or in my journal, or to my cat, my walls, my air around where I'm at. I always know I'm heard, because I'm never alone. I am kept company by El Shaddai.
When I got back from an adventure walk around my farm, a very small adventure, I felt like there was a smile inside. Someone with as much solitude as me, apparently, isn't always smiling externally, but, well, maybe I am:) I want all the lines on my face, to come from smiles. Out of the heart, the mouth speaks, and the face wrinkles too. I want smile lines, to be the riverbeds, for the tears to flow through. I am sure, that I don't always feel like smiling, but oh for the prints of joy to manifest, in beautiful wrinkles, laugh lines, smile-ways, like free-ways.
Today, hearing His voice, tender heart, love flowing, life is sweet.
Tomorrow, and the rest of my days, here on this planet, if I hear His voice, oh for it to go down deep in my heart, loving, living, being free, in Him. Thank You El Shaddai, thankYou for Your divine accompaniment to my life. I am just a grace note, and You are the symphony. When He sings over us, we can sing His song.