This week a young life was lost. Tragically, the brother of a dear friend who goes ATVing with us was killed in a two-car accident right here in our Madison Valley. He worked in our local nursing home. A compassionate, caring, handsome young man with so much to give. All loss hurts, but untimely death is so devastating.
I was looking forward to introducing him to our grandson who is coming from Switzerland next month to live with us for awhile. I know they would have been fast friends.
My heart is hurting. And especially for the family and friends he leaves behind. Pray for his brother, Joe, and the residents and staff at our nursing home, will you? I know they are grieving. I wish I could help.
The following Haiku was prompted by this tragedy:
One moment in time
Never to return again
So treasure each breath
God bless you, my blogging friends. Live in the NOW. Love, Laugh, and treasure one another. Live in love and gratitude. We just never know what each day will bring.
Quick to make judgments?
Try stepping outside yourself
And be the other.
My country has been taken
Prisoner as it makes
Prisoners of children.
Who absconded with
My country and turned
Its southern border into
What can we do,
What must we do
To take it back?
If I measure me against me,
I could be six foot three.
If I measure me against YOU,
I’m not even two foot two!
So, who do I use?
What feet do I choose?
Who carries my blues?
Who walks in my shoes?
“No one,” You say?
God took His soft clay
And molded a shape –
Unique! Full of play!
God gifted your soul
Full of treasure untold.
Then He threw out the mold.
You’re more precious than gold.
Who do I measure myself against then?
Do I look at my friends, compare me with them?
“No one,” God smiles. “I’ll say it again,
You’re a unique, one-of-a-kind gem!”
My confession, admission, and plea to God today is this:
None of us lives to just self alone;
Each of us lives for the other.
Whatever we do, be it rosy or blue,
Reflects on our sister and brother.
None of us sits on the judgment seat.
We’re not assigned to decide
If someone’s dull or bright, wrong or right,
Sending them to a corner to hide.
None of us lives a faultless life,
Though we try our utmost to seek
The humble hill to fulfill Your will
In our deeds and the words we speak.
We stumble and fall and fail to be
Examples of the upright and strong.
Try as we may, we know that someday
We’ll have to account for each wrong.
We’ll each have to stand before Your judgment seat
And review how we’ve spent every minute.
So, Lord, help us give every day that we live
All the love and the grace You put in it.
Help us to generously welcome all
To be part of whatever we do.
None of us lives to ourselves alone;
We always reflect on You.
Our resident bluebirds sit on their box and preen. They flit to a nearby branch and soak in the springtime. His blue feathers are brilliant in the early morning sunshine. Hers are more subdued. Look closely, she has blue plumage tucked in there, too. I love them. It’s wonderful to watch their nest building process and to anticipate their box filled with tiny blue eggs. The promise of new life always excites me.
But the swallows? Why do they dive-bomb the happy couple? Why do they try to steal the box? Go find a home of your own, swallows! We built this one for the bluebirds.
Is my attitude toward the swallows indicative of other phases of my life? It’s easy to love the ones for whom we have prepared a place, the ones we are expecting, the beautiful people in our lives – blue-plumed, graceful, promising new life. But what about life’s swallows? The gray and dismal creatures who are so needy they seem to suck life out of things, take life from others, dive-bomb our tranquility with their uninvited presence, contribute nothing in return – what about them? Can I love the swallows? Should I?