Youth’s active exuberance struggles to comprehend the laid-back contentment of many senior citizens who have Been there – Seen it – Done it, particularly when it concerns mortality. Why is it those in the latter chapters of their life’s story are often those most at peace with reaching The End?
Mother Nature highlighted mortality on yesterday’s woods wander . . . bracket fungi decaying a once mighty oak and an empty mud dabber wasp dwelling clinging to a rock face found me . . . in mystical, peaceful, grateful contemplation . . . pondering the former joys youth and homes enjoyed.
Why? . . . while this life steadily decays and dwellings eventually become abandoned, each page turned in my life’s story authenticates that – in spite of myself – not one of the calamitous, grim, insidious segments I wrote negated God’s unending . . . Forgiveness . . . Mercy . . . and Love towards me.
Looking closer at the abandoned mud dauber dwelling, I perceived an image symbolizing this . . . in His-story The End is just The Beginning of my forever’s finest story.
“In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have to you. I go to prepare a place for you.’ – John 14:2 . . . there’s an immortality promise you can take to heaven.
I realize I’m a little weird . . . but honestly, aren’t we all in some way? That’s the one-of-a-kind, individual uniqueness He placed in our DNA to spice up each others’ lives . . . thanks for sharing yours 😊