Life is a series of F S
Of losses and finds,
Of crossing bridges to unknown sides…
Of pondering ‘what ifs,’
Of nearing cliffs,
Of skips and slips and unplanned trips;
Of well-planned goals
that get filled full of H O L E S…yet –
Our feet oft resound
On stray paths found
In our trials,
(to our surprise!)
Where ‘breath-takings’ still abound.
© 2012 jody love
May your climbs continue on well past when your life becomes crepuscular,
And may you become as grand as all your falls, viewed only through lenses of spectacular!
Sharing my wonderful day at Foster Falls, -jody
In response to “Me Time” – What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?
Foster Falls is one depiction of how I like to spend my Saturdays, beginning in the morning and travelling through a breath-taking part of my day. Those pictures were not taken this past Saturday though – they were from the one prior – nor were they posted this past Saturday, as originally planned. As I awoke on this particular past Saturday, after a week-full of worries from colleagues over a perceived threat that began on Monday, a mid-week mass mall shooting that intensified those concerns, and then hearing the very sad & further heart-breaking news from my office on Friday afternoon of what had transpired that day at Sandy Hook Elementary (and being thankful the majority of my colleagues were already safely at home), I realized by Saturday morning that my “me time” needed to be my “He time.” As much as I enjoy it being our “we time” as I marvel at His works in nature, I spent some quiet time, instead, going to His Word. My own heart was torn, in need of healing. Less of me; more of Him. Then upon reading post after post filled with despair and searching for answers, I decided this particular Saturday morning might best be spent trying to put to pen the words I was personally applying as a balm to my own soul, as others tried to sort through it and find hope and healing. I wrote this post that morning instead, in hopes of sharing some of the hope of which I, too, was being reminded: A Mean and Less Life.