Journal of a Living Lady #233
I love fall. The gorgeous hues of the mountain leaves are now merging into a panoramic, real-time canvas. As my lungs inhale the smell of apple cider, my soul revels in the wholesomeness of the season.
Too soon fall will be gone. Old Man Winter will force me back inside. Though I will vainly protest, this metaphorical harbinger of the cold will persuade me to curl under a familiar patch-work quilt. A roaring fire and a long book will cause my fond remembrance of autumn to morph into happy anticipation of spring.
The circle of life is marked with never-ending cycles of seasons. Everyday, without fail, light dispels darkness and the calendar advances.
Just this month, I felt the soft bodies of three babies who have embarked on their journey in life. I also touched the cold bodies of friends whose spirit left the flesh behind.
Welcome to planet earth, little ones. If you knew what was ahead, you might want to hop back inside for protection. It is a troubled world you have entered. Take hope. The God who formed you in your mother’s womb has a unique plan for you. First you crawl, and then you walk. Finally, you run the course. Expect obstacles. Learn from your mistakes. Keep your eye on the finish line. It will come sooner than you might think.
My three friends each ran a good, long race. From what I observed, they had strong faith accompanied by good works. They made the transition from here to eternity with magnificent grace.
For the rest of us, there is the here and now. No great scientific advance will ever negate the absolute fact that we shall all die.
From one perspective we are but a singular speck on a population chart with billions of other spots. Not too inspiring, is it?
But, from the perspective of some of those we meet along our journey, we are a boulder of strength. I don’t want to be a lowly pebble. I want to be a rock bigger than the Jolly Green Giant, Hercules, and the Hulk multiplied a trillion times over.
On one of these fall nights, look at the stars and the moon. My Father, your Father, made them. To me, the creation of the universe is no greater miracle than a baby starting from a dot smaller than a pin head complete with the complex DNA to make him unique.
It boggles my mind to think that God knows me so well that he could pick me out of those billions of dots without the slightest hesitation. He knows you too. The question is: Do you know Him?
