Today I walked down to the creek and sat on the culvert for awhile. It is hard to be sad when the sun is shining, the creek is sparkling merrily, and there is green grass hugging the water. It was a generally splendid day and I'm so glad we had it.
This particular day will never come again; it's an interesting thought. Whether the day was good or evil, happy or sad, extraordinary or normal, it can never pass this way again. Which leads me to think, fancifully; if days had souls, and minds to think, how would they feel about the unfair allocating of what kind they happen to be? Some days are stormy, some are sunshiny and clean-washed, some pout, some weep, and some make all nature dance for sheer joy!
Likened to people, in a much broader spectrum, we have one life to live, with our own personality that God gives us. Some people are merry and sparkling, dancing through life with a peculiar joy of their own, brightening everyone they meet, while others are quiet, reflective, slow to speak, dependable, wise and even better, slow to wrath, and yet others are quicksilver, impulsive, often causing wounds in other people by their words, and deeper wounds in themselves by their thoughtlessness, but rarely hold grudges, loving, beautiful people and often are more loved than they realize.
I wish we could all be satisfied with what God gave us for our one life, and be content. There is no end to the bad consequences when we're not. God help us to live life and say at the end, 'life was GOOD' and go to meet death, conquered already for us, and then to our splendid home and Holy God!
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