Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Monday, June 21, 2010
This is not a view from my world right now. Instead I feel like I'm in the tropics with cut-through-it-with-a-knife humidity and heat. The vibrant rainbows of flower gardens and the monochromatic greens are intense and the trees are full of life.
But I guess I'm in a pensive mood and while zooming through pictures this one captured my thoughts.
I want my life to look like this tree. When naked and vulnerable, when I'm unprotected and laid bare, when I feel as if I stand alone and without, I want to be one who stands tall with my arms outstretched to the heavens. I want to be one who says the Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.