If the sun hadn’t risen, I would not have seen them.
If I’d not been so tired, pausing to catch my breath at the end of this early morning run, bent over with hands on my knees, I would not have happened to glance sideways and discover their beauty clinging momentarily to the dried stalks.
Like tears they were, visible against the darkness below.
Such is our journey through life.
The end, inexorably, inevitably comes but not without tears.
Never without tears.
They are part of our story.
“You’ve battled well. It’s been a long journey,” her doctor said, “but we’ve reached the end.”
My course finished, I sat there for some time by the side of the trail and watched those sparkling dew drops fall one by one as a new day was born.
A new day is also a part of our story.
II Timothy 4:7-8.
David. This doesn’t sound like a happy ending.. God’s love will surround you.
I agree. In the midst of your sorrow, after hearing those dire words, there is still hope of eternal life and joy to come in the future. I am sorry.
God created us as eternal beings and our life on earth is a short span on our eternal time line. Yet until we move down this time line we only have our memories and relationships to ponder before we spend eternity with the creator. Blessings to your family as you experience this transition. Our community has been blessed by you and your family.
Still to be able to find beauty in a tragic situation is a gift. To describe and share it, even more so. Thank you and God bless you, David.
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
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a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
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a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
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a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
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a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
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a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
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a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
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a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Deep and meaningful reflection all.
Thank you.
David, we have shared our sorrow with you. This opens our eyes to the wonders capable of our Lord.
“Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.”
Chuang Tzu
My thoughts are with you and your family during this sad and difficult time.
I’ve read this two or three times this morning here in Japan where I’ve been a missionary now for 45 years. Powerful, moving, thought-provoking, indeed. A day ends and the sun sets. May you be comforted with the warmth of the Lord’s embrace. A new day is on your horizon.