On the eve of October, I find myself reflecting – perhaps strangely – on the idea of taking something for granted. My body screams for rest. My eyes say its time to go to bed; yet my mind says what are you taking for granted?
Perhaps I oversimplify the idea of friendship. Perhaps I take for granted the goodness which has been given to me. Perhaps I contemplate the idea that some dreams have yet to be realized. Perhaps. . .I take for granted those whom mean the most to me. I know I don't call home as often as I should. I know that I don't read my Bible as often as I should or cry out to God as much as I need to. Perhaps. . .that is why my body cries out. . .in anger. . .in disbelief. . .in rage.
Psalm 23 provides a point of refuge. . .a point of rest. The Psalmist says that we should lie in these green pastures. We should sit at the water's edge & rest. Life will be there tomorrow. . .Lord willing. Over the past few mornings, I have woken to the sweet thought that God has allowed me one more day to breathe in the sweetness of life. To share in the lives of people who may be hurting or need a word of encouragement. I, in my stubbornness, can't see past the end of my nose sometimes to see how I can help. I see my pain and my discomfort and. . .well, you know the story – we've all been there.
Tomorrow is another day. For some, they are spending the week sifting through memories of a lifetime shared with those closest to them. For others, like me, I will hop a plane for a quick ride to the midwest with a turn-around the very next day. Our lives are, but a vapor – what are we doing as that vapor?
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