Today I was feeling a little "lumbie"
(that's a term Harrison coined as a toddler
begging his Papa for a coke).
It was a good afternoon to visit the lake with my folding chair, journal, camera, and questions.
My heaviness was for so many of my friends and relatives who are battling serious health issues and will never fully recover, as well as an awareness of my own aging body.
I was asking God the hard stuff -
What about our prayers for these?
What about those who faithfully serve you?
What about the one who has steadfastly believed
that he would be healed, but is now dying?
What about the tired caretakers?
What about me and my mortality?
The answer was right there in front of me:
(1 Corinthians 13:12)
There are just things I will not understand this side of heaven, and then it won't matter
- so it must not matter now.
But I do know that God is still on His throne,
that He loves my friends,
and that He loves me.
And like the reflection of the gray leafless trees
on the still water,
I pray that I will be a reflection of Him,
no matter what season of life I am in.