I shut off the lights.
It’s been a long day.
Yet, I linger here.
Here, where the heady scent of pine transports me to days gone by.
The shadows play in my mind.
Funny how night and sleepiness will do that.
A mystical balance between wakefulness and slumber.
I breathe in.
Peace and joy.
A time when I wondered if I would ever feel anything ever again.
In the quietness.
This tree a symbol of life; in the same spot my son lay before we laid him in the ground.
Death and life so closely intertwined.
Yet life wins.
Death has been conquered.
I Corinthians 15:55-57
“Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?
“The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God!
He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
We will gather with the Saints.
Eternity written in our hearts.
I wonder at the star, the manger, the babe.
This gift to mankind.
He took on skin.
The God of the Universe reaching down to humanity.
I do not understand it all.
Much; a mystery.
I do know that the hope in a life surrendered to Christ is solid ground.
That God takes the broken-hearted and breathes life into the ache and hurt.
Through Him is life.
Life that I could not imagine.
In the grief.
In the ache.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy;
I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.