Am I being frivolous to think he gave his life for me? A person I never met.
I know he is alive within me. I speak to him frequently. When I talk with him, he gives me hope and stimulates me mentally to do or feel something, especially creative. When I am tired or weak, he is there to give me that boost of energy to keep me going. At times, I will disagree with him then I will take it upon myself. What a mistake, I will silently hear him say, “trust me I will never lead you astray”. I have learned that my friend is serious and has a great value in my life. For those of you, that read this and think I am being foolish or not serious.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t than live my life as there isn’t and die to find out there is. As said by T D Jakes
Thank you for reading this, your comments are welcomed even if they may be frivolous.
I know those footsteps by the impression it makes as you lead the way. I feel and hear you breathe. Your breath is like a feathery touch as it blows gently against my skin. The slow back and forth sway of thin branches creak with each inhale and exhale of your breath. A beam of white light spreads above the darkness on the horizon. Patches of light fog filters the white glow. As the sun rises and the fog lifts, a bright, clear, new day begins. You are smiling and happy to see me.
I smell the sweetness of life flowing as you move about. The potpourri of pines, persimmons and the musty scent of rich soil permeates the area. The morning freshness is like a splash of water on my face.
The choir of birds sing their chorus of melodies of joy as their day begins. It is like angels singing praise and worship as you watch over your children. Thank you Lord for my life, it is a pleasure to serve you and follow your footsteps.
This post is in response to the daily prompt: Footsteps
Out on a limb or holding onto the twigs of a limb for dear life, this squirrel is some 40 feet above the ground. His only vision is to chew on the new budding twig of the Spring season.
Spread eagle or I should say spread squirrel clutches onto every branch within its reach. Even the fresh green twig he is chewing. After he finished, he did squirm for a way out. I think if it could cry out he’d say “Help me, Help me. I can’t let go or I will fall.
The below photo is his friend on another tree sits securely as it chews on a small pine cone. He looks at him and thinks no way will I risk my life. He’s on his own.
The strong will survive.
After a scorching summer, today is a blessing. The heavy overcast clouded sky sprayed a light mist throughout the day. I stepped outside, and a chill hit me like you’d feel when you first jump in the water. As I walked to the river, I became more aware of my surroundings.
Squirrels noisily scampered over the fallen leaves to search out the fallen acorns. A crisp autumn day displayed its colors like an artist’s palette of reds, yellows oranges, and browns. Leaves of oak, maple, and elm laid among the musty rich soil of last year’s decaying leaves. The once vibrant green leaves still cling to the limbs, are now withered and spotted with age.
I inhaled deeply and smelled the smoke of burning cedar from the chimney of a nearby house. A fishy scent permeated the air as I came closer to the water. Like steam from a boiling teapot, cloudy vapors hovered on the waters’ surface. Drops of rain pelted the water like bait fish jumping in and out of the water.
In the distance, I heard fog horns bellow out their low blaring signal. Out from the waters cloudy vapor, I could see the silhouette of a crab boat. As it got closer, crab baskets stacked 4 high seem to overflow the boat’s tiny deck. The boat cut a deep wake making its way to the pier to offload its daily catch of the day.
In these days of technology and fast paced time, we no longer take in the beauty of nature and hear the sounds of joy. Although the day was dismal and dreary, I found happiness and pleasure in capturing the various senses of my surroundings.
A drop could be a very small quantity of anything. At the end of its fall, it will leave an impression. What are those special words you may drop on someone to leave an impression?
Are you there to pick up that small quantity of liquid that drops from the face of a person in sorrow? A drop of kind words is an impression that may bring comfort, joy, gratitude, and compassion.
After it is dropped look for that impression.
At the time I took this shot, I had no idea why I was photographing a typical park pigeon. But, when I brought it up on my computer I see what I didn’t see. When I truly looked at this bird, it is beautiful. The luminous green giving off a brilliant sheen, various shades of blue and grey, and the bright red eye outlined with a black ring. Even the markings create unique patterns and shapes on these stout body birds. As with life, I sometimes tend to skim the surface and not take the time to see the true colors.
My five items I must have are with me at all times.
I need to have vision. Without knowing what is around me is a frightening situation. Sometimes it is still frightening to know what surrounds me. Now don’t get me wrong, there is a lot of beauty to be seen on a deserted island.
I need taste. Without taste it is dangerous. I thirst for water. I kneel down at the pond near the middle of the island. I fill my cupped hand with water, not knowing if it is salt water or fresh water. As with the plants on the island, I wouldn’t know if the plant is extremely spicy, bitter, or unpleasant.
Touch is to feel. What are those strange leaves? The pointed sides scratched my skin and put a blistery rash on my arms. The insect I stepped on left a barb in my foot. Without feeling, my odds of survival are low. Not able to feel is a threat to life.
What is that sound? A strange animal with fangs long enough to pierce through me. If I can’t hear, I can not prepare for my defense.
The last is a smell. I wouldn’t know there is toxic waste near the end of the island or know the warnings of something burning. I could suspect something is wrong when I see dead fish or smoke, but I would smell them initially.
To answer this classic question: what are the five items you must have on a deserted island? I must have my five senses that God blessed me with.
With those 5 I will have the wisdom to apply the knowledge to survive as man survived in the beginning of time.