Measure

What is the measure of life? Sharing something special in my life at Five Minute Friday…

 

 

It’s feeling like spring in New York State, and five of us, plus a springer spaniel trudged through melting snow in the forest of our choice. We were looking for deer sheds in Shingadin Hollow State Forest.

We found melting tracks that spread out wide and shallow…disappearing. This was the sharpest looking track we found.

In the dull greens and browns of the woods, we found this ancient apple tree, and a tree scraped clean by a bear. A stream ran slowly through the old trees. In the dullness of post-winter, we found amazingly bright colors of blue, red and green.

 

How could I measure the day I had with a daughter and some Grands in a piece of my life? We talked of old stories and Vikings. I began to sag on the way back. It was a 2-mile hike. The struggle in the slippery snow was wearing on me. I had to pause and look at that straight trail, listen and breathe in peace.

 

There is no measure to the wealth of nature. There is no measure to times with growing Grands. I treasure them and hold tight memories in my heart. Such a simple thing as taking a walk takes the cares of life away and makes you appreciate life.

 

Take a walk with someone you love. Take your time and breathe in those evergreens. Listen to the birds.

You can’t measure the time, enjoy it. Hold it close.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ephesians 4:13

“…until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ”.

 

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This is the final Five Minute Friday for 2018. What are your thoughts as the year ends?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twice a year I’m torn at Christmas time. Presently we are in Texas for a month’s stay during college break. Why Texas when most of our children are at home in Upstate New York?

I know this now… a dilemma in which other parents find themselves… grown children move away from home. I’ve heard of it often and suffered a pang of sadness, and a bit of anxiety—this could happen to us.

And then it happened to us.

I can’t have my cake and eat it too, I think. I can’t be with all of them at Christmas, and for the moment, we are making an uncomfortable trade-off. Enjoying sun and warmth away from cold and gloomy winter in New York.

Ft. Martin Scott

As I was packing for the trip, my heart was ready to be in Texas, while torn to stay home. Visiting one family means leaving five others, and the familiar places, and sights of snow and cold that I am used to.

In my heart, my children are all with me. Having forgotten the pain of childbirth, but not the bond. I am a visual person. I need to see them, hug them, hear them speak.

Though we do not see the body of Christ, he is here with us in spirit. Our deepest longings are not satisfied with anything but Him. It is the crux of our being. It is how we were created.

Mid-January we will travel back home and the heart will be torn again by separation. Nothing will do to solve this but one day we will reach the heavenly home. Separation will be no more and our longing will be complete.

“Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.”

― Saint Patrick

A merry Christmas to you all, and a blessed New Year!