Life is a precious commodity when a world can somehow find harmony. I look at love maybe differently. It’s in the many shadows that stretch across our lawns as the fragrance of beds could be bottled. It’s the cat snuggling with the family bird and even the wild deer eating from the dog’s bowl as he lays there submissive.
I watch the flock of birds that hatched in spring. They never wanted to leave their domain. They perch on the fence behind the house; their bellies full, waiting and watching for the neighbor’s cat.
Closing my eyes, I smell the flowers that brighten my morning and I realize how precious life really is.
Sitting in the setting sun though, my heart goes out to all those experiencing this hell of a storm. The trees destroyed and colorful flower beds by the newly mowed lawn have washed away. The fury is bearing down. I wish I could do more but prayer is all anyone can do at this point.
As landmarks tumble, the fright of life hangs in the balance. Signs used to help navigate through old towns will never be as they once were. So sad to see Satan still tries to rule the world. There’s no love shown in 130 mile per hour winds.
Here, the gentle winds remain as sailboats luff out upon the lake. A romantic night that God has blessed and lovers kiss under the moonlight. It’s so quiet, so peaceful. It’s hard to believe that a few hundred miles away, the eve of destruction exists in the night. Life is just so precious!
Night comes….it’s a new moon shining on a disastrous situation. Those that can, count their blessings and try to find what’s left of a congregation. They hold hands, praying and give thanks for what is left. Life again, so precious.
But it’s not just Texas – we all should wake and give thanks. A new day, another chance, born again, and dawn awaits. My heart goes out not just to Texas but all that have lost their signs.
As life turns, we come to appreciate how things once were. I think back to going my grandmother’s home after church for dinner. Boy, I hated that! But I never understood until now; or the Christmas mornings my brother and I sat and waited for our parents to wake. The things we think that never made sense then, seems to portray when wisdom tells the story.
It’s a new day. The sun is shining on my world so it’s time to give thanks giving God the glory. Praising his name, faith keeps us all in check. So I listen to the choir once again, a carnival of lyrics; a melody we remember, a battle hymn, a call to duty. We are all God’s children, like it or not.
Be counted as life is so precious….. and over before you know it!
Let us continue to pray for the Hurricane Harvey victims –