It’s Sunday morning, I didn’t sing in a choir, I didn’t pray from a pew and yet I did feel the presence of God in my life. I was alone, silently walking. The world around me was a creation of natural beauty.
There along the path and water’s edge young life struggled to survive. Some will last the harsh winds of winter and see new life emerge in the warmth of the spring sunshine. Winter storms will challenge the natural life cycles like the challenges in all our lives. Some days will be filled with sunshine and warmth while others will be dark and gloomy. That’s just the way life is.
The trees of barren leaves I see today will be renewed in spring; new leaves will spring forth like dreams of hope and change within our lives. The promise of longer days filled with the warmth of sun higher in the sky will bring new colors to the world around us. Like our prime of life those trees will be ready for any challenge, prepared for any encounter, ready to defy the winds of March and rains of April.
New life will spring from barren ground and we will once again walk along the paths of life with the hope and promise of better days to come. Others will walk along this path, some will see the beauty and some will be oblivious to the world around them. For some it will be a cherished memory for others just another day, how sad for they know not what they miss.
Along the path we leave our footprints in the sand, it is evidence of our moment in time, others will not notice for soon our prints will fade away. Soon our brief life upon this earth in the eons of time will also fade away. How long your footprints last is largely up to you, as you walk through life savor the time, cherish the moment and leave the world better than you found it.