As the sun came up over the horizon this morning, the light illuminated the small crab tree. The blossoms were beautiful in the early morning light—almost iridescent. Before the moment passed, I grabbed my iPad and went out to take a picture. I didn’t realize that I had it on video. The quality was really bad but in the background you can hear crows calling, birds chirping and our black lab, Lily making early morning noises.
In the beauty of the early morning, I realized how blessed I am just to be alive. I treasure the simple things of life. To be able to walk, talk, smell and still be free and alive. (I guess they are not really simple things, are they?)
I have attended four funerals in the last few weeks; one more today, one more tomorrow. Life goes on. It’s the time of “all things new on the prairie” yet at the same time, it’s a time for dying. It’s kind of like our spiritual life—saint and sinner at the same time; spiritual refreshing, new birth, yet physically dying.
The sun is bright, the rains have brought freshness to the farm. I listen to Radio Oberheim out of Munich, Germany (old time German music) while I eat duck fat sandwiches for breakfast. (I’m not really eating duck fat sandwiches but my ancestors did.)
Life goes on. God’s timetable plays out. I live to greet another morning but I remember this day is truly in God’s hand. I know not what it brings… Lamentations 3:19-33 says: I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD. It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young. Let him sit alone in silence, for the LORD has laid it on him. Let him bury his face in the dust-- there may yet be hope. Let him offer his cheek to one who would strike him, and let him be filled with disgrace. For men are not cast off by the Lord forever. Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love. For he does not willingly bring affliction or grief to the children of men.
New mercies each morning this I know is true; mercy in the midst of great sin; faithfulness even when I wander. Unfailing love in the mist of grief and affliction—what a God! What a Savior! Thank you, Jesus…I will wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord…