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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Today is Friday and I am once again linking up with others at Five Minute Friday…

When given a word to write about, sometimes too many thoughts come to mind, but I want to encompass the whole world in one thought: all of mankind is in a search.

 

When I set myself apart from God, which is easy to do, I am on the search for what I want or think I need. I do not see God in the flesh, though he is in me and all around me. Think of waking and knowing you slept all night without consciously breathing. He’s taking care of that and you don’t give it a thought.

 

A study in any part of nature proves a higher being exists. Birdwatching is one of my favorite pastimes. It delights me to see an eagle soar over the Susquehanna River, or a hawk watching from a tall leafless tree. He’s waiting for movement; for breakfast.

 

 

 

Though God is not in the flesh, when we are still and concentrate on the search we are overwhelmed by his presence. He is everywhere and in everything. The divine spark is in us all, and while searching for life, may we not deny the spark.