Drinking in the warmth of the sun on this beautiful Fall day, I stand in a untamed heap of gently surrendered tree attire. The peels of color slowly losing their vibrancy as they silently wither away. Jack twists and swirls around my legs, making his way up my body until I silently shiver. Usually I hate shivering, but today I embrace the gift of feeling alive. In these moments, I am grateful for the gift of breath and the knowledge that my beloved will soon be re-joining me on this adventure called life.
The realization that each breath is a gift and each day is intended to be lived to the fullest with my Creator quietly twirls through my head. My Creator is beckoning me to take His hand and dance with Him in the quietness of these moments. To allow myself to be taken with the fragility of these moments I have experienced. To understand that I am just passing through and each day is a gift from Him to be offered back to Him for His use. To comprehend that nothing I have here has eternal value other than my relationship with Him. His ever-probing eyes searching mine for acknow-ledgement of this lesson.
I will to remember these moments. When I wake up tomorrow, I will replay these moments. When I wake up in a week, I will replay these moments. When I wake up in ten years, I will replay these moments. When I wake up on my last day on this planet, I will replay these moments. May the sweetness of these moments be etched solidly on my heart with indelible ink. May this Plank-Eyed girl never forget that My Creator reached in to today and altered my path and gave me my Beloved back.
Until we Chat Again,
The Plank-Eyed Girl
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