This may sound corny, but I love so many aspects of my life that I never have to look far for inspiration for this, my online journal open to the world. This morning, since school is out, I left my sleeping soon-to-be thirteen and sixteen-year-olds to go on my regular coffee sipping tour of the Williamson County, Tennessee countryside. It was after seven, so I knew I was too late to see many deer (though I did see one little crowd of them). Coming home, I noticed a beautiful bank of trees beginning to show fall color. "OH YEAH!" I thought. Our family is going to Big South Fork Recreation Area during fall break. We've rented a cabin with a stocked pond and, you guessed it, some craft projects (and this laptop) will be going with me!
For some reason, at that point in my little ride-about, I thought about my grandfather. In the last days of his life he was in a lot of pain. He was past ninety and he probably knew he would be seeing his heavenly Father face-to-face soon. My aunt said she overheard him, during this difficult time, praying one morning. "Oh Lord, I love you so much," she heard him begin.
I thought about that this morning, as I have so many other times. In a hard and lonely time, for the passage from this life to the next can feel as solitary as the Sahara, I am sure, all of one's loved ones and acquaintances carrying on as normal all around you as your own time sifts quickly through your hands, my grandfather was just loving on God. Focusing on Him. I want that intimacy so badly. I feel God calling me to it. I pray I will keep on wading out into those deep, deep waters of understanding, never looking back, letting the vagaries of this shape-shifting world fade to black as the ultimate reality, the LOVE OF GOD, envelopes me, changes me, makes me His and His alone.
For some reason, at that point in my little ride-about, I thought about my grandfather. In the last days of his life he was in a lot of pain. He was past ninety and he probably knew he would be seeing his heavenly Father face-to-face soon. My aunt said she overheard him, during this difficult time, praying one morning. "Oh Lord, I love you so much," she heard him begin.
I thought about that this morning, as I have so many other times. In a hard and lonely time, for the passage from this life to the next can feel as solitary as the Sahara, I am sure, all of one's loved ones and acquaintances carrying on as normal all around you as your own time sifts quickly through your hands, my grandfather was just loving on God. Focusing on Him. I want that intimacy so badly. I feel God calling me to it. I pray I will keep on wading out into those deep, deep waters of understanding, never looking back, letting the vagaries of this shape-shifting world fade to black as the ultimate reality, the LOVE OF GOD, envelopes me, changes me, makes me His and His alone.
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