One of the joys of life is to walk in the woods. Birds are singing, squirrels are playing, deer run on ahead of you, and the sky is so blue. God’s creation indeed proclaims His handiwork!
Here’s another joy I’ve experienced in the woods---pushing over trees. Now before you begin to compare me to Paul Bunyon, let me tell you that the trees I push over are only three or four inches in diameter and are dead and rotten.
With a crash, they go over. In their fall, I sense this feeling of dominance over the world, or at least that one tree. J
Lately though, I’ve not had that feeling of exuberance. Some days, I feel more like the tree that I just pushed over. Once tall and straight reaching for the sky. Now lying flat on the forest floor. Once the view was expansive and broad. Now….not so much.
O.K.—one paragraph of my own pity party is enough. Unlike that tree lying flat on the ground, I can pick myself up and walk out of the woods to face a new day. Oh no, there’s stickery thingys on my pants. It’s going to take forever to pull them out. Oh wait, my shoes are all muddy, at least I hope it’s mud. J
Yes, one day up and one day down. We all have them. It’s called life. So I guess I’ll just get over it.
Life is too short to get pushed over and stay there. Life is too short not to walk into the woods and risk getting stickery thingys on my pants or mud—or something—on my shoes. I need to enjoy each and every day God blesses me with---after all, it’s one more day to witness and worship my Lord and Savior!
Here’s something Solomon might have said….no matter the years, life is too short. Make it count, my friends!
Love in Christ,
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