Everything seems to
come together for this point; for this fall. You know how life can sometimes
swish back away or swell up and come crashing in? This is one of those crashing
times. Like the months before were all holding their breath in eager
anticipation of everything that would come bursting forth come the end of
August. August itself even seemed to rush by, as if saying, “Hurry up, and on
with it!”
I technically
don’t have time to be writing a blog entry. I ought to be constructing
characters and fictional places for this weekend’s activities. But I contend
that if one doesn’t stop in these hurried times to recognize, if one doesn’t
take a deep breath before the plunge then you risk missing it altogether. If
you don’t catch each whispered flitter of the sword or take a moment to read
between the lines you most certainly run the risk of missing it; missing it
all.
I posit this: Have
you ever taken a moment to taste a strawberry and contemplated that it could be
your last? Ignoring the obvious, what if some strange new berry disease sweeps
through in the next weeks, blighting all the strawberry plants out there and in
a flash making the delicious thing extinct? Stop and smell the rose, I say, for
you never know if it might fall off today.
For me, this
autumn is my last in school, at least for the foreseeable future. It’s another
step forward and another glance back; for the gray carapaces of those mighty
stepping-stones which I have come along are still there, if only in my mind’s
eye. They are still there because I stole a moment to take them in, to study
the touches of God there; the masterstrokes that made it all possible.
Yes, the future is
bright and full with possibilities. Life will get busier and busier still. But
the Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want. He it is who has shaped my life
thus far and He it is who holds it in His hand. Let all glory be given to God,
for that is my joy.
