Finding Life

   It’s just after day break…I’m enjoying the warmth of the morning sun as I sit watching a brook. The sunlight is reflecting off the water and creating little diamonds. It is a day that is filled with wonder and life, but my heart is empty; I search for words, and nothing comes.


   I look up and notice that the trees are changing color…it is then that these words come to mind.

   How each day is filled with wonder? Whatever it will hold, it is governed by His promise: “All things work together for good to them that love God.”

   Whether this day brings happiness or heartache, He will be there. My life is watched by a divine Man still scarred from His battle with sin, who remembers what it is like to be hungry or tempted or to lose a friend.

   Day by day He is reconciling me to Himself, working out the imperfections of my character in His own good way. With the eye of God He sees the towering ideal He wants me to reach. With the eye of man He sees my frailties…and gives me grace to grow.

   It is morning...I face the day and say….”Whether in sunshine or in shadow, what blessings will this day hold for me?”

Thinking about Life

   Once again autum is almost here in my valley...Before this season ends, a whole new generation will feel the cold for the first time. Once again my mind is thinking about how many notions there are of how life began. Most are filled with scientific argument, supposedly beyond question. And most bother me. Because misuse of science has put my world beneath the horror of a great shadow.

   And because life, despite its problems, still seems too beautiful to have begun by accident. I turn from such theories and go down to my meadow, where the warm earth is solid in my hands and where I can see a little stream filled with winter's diamonds and summer's rainbows.
   And I remember that there is another story of the beginning of life, in a book written thrity-three centuries ago.
   It is an alternative. It is a love story.