He gathers his belongings,
He will not return for sometime, if ever
He's setting out on a journey,
to forge a path that has never before been explored.
We may not think of ourselves as
one fo the many great explorers,
like, Columbus or Magellan, but
We are all explorers in this life,
Our path has never before been explored.
Each day is a new trail,
a new path to forge,
a new road to explore.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Rain
I get excited everytime I see the dark clouds roll across the valley.
I love how the soft pitter patter changes into the loud thuds of the gigantic drops.
As I child I looked forward to the days when it would rain. I loved singing songs like Rain, rain, go away, come again another day or It's raining, it's pouring. I loved singing these songs, but never wishing for a moment for the rain to cease and come again another day. I remember pressing my ear to the wall so I could hear the pouring rain. I loved the pitter patter of the rain on the windows of the house. Whenever it would rain all of the neighborhood kids running through the rain filled gutters up and down the street I lived. I still look for the dark luminous clouds to roll in and for the rain to wash the earth clean again.
I love how the soft pitter patter changes into the loud thuds of the gigantic drops.
As I child I looked forward to the days when it would rain. I loved singing songs like Rain, rain, go away, come again another day or It's raining, it's pouring. I loved singing these songs, but never wishing for a moment for the rain to cease and come again another day. I remember pressing my ear to the wall so I could hear the pouring rain. I loved the pitter patter of the rain on the windows of the house. Whenever it would rain all of the neighborhood kids running through the rain filled gutters up and down the street I lived. I still look for the dark luminous clouds to roll in and for the rain to wash the earth clean again.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Light

I was sitting deep within the dark cave of a mountain this afternoon and for whatever reason we turned off the light we had been using to guide our path through the cave. I couldn't see anything in front of me. I had the choice to back further into the cold dark cave or to find my way out. I chose to go back the way I had come on my hands and knees so that I would again be reunited with the light. I forged ahead going back the way I had come back towards the entrance of the cave. Life is like being in a cave. It's dark and sometimes we don't know where to go. We can either plunge further into the darkness and despair or we can get down on our hands and knees and pray to our Heavenly Father to find the light and find our direction. We are not truely in the dark, there is always a way out, all we have to do is put our faith in the Lord and He will direct us.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)