It's been a long wait. Endless hours of watching, waiting for the right time, the right opportunity. It will be a mess, but somebody has to clean up, pick up the pieces that remain.
Never mind the mess, the loss, the residuals, the least important of the least significant. It is the end result, the nourishment for the faithful, the survival of the fittest. Not to mourn what has reached its end, but to satisfy the moment...this cycle of life goes on without bereavement, without consolation?
Nothing but the bellowing call of a young one to its dying mother, the inevitable last breath before the vultures come in to devour. No medicinal shots can cure, no one thing to take the blame...just life's cycle in an ever changing world. And the buzzards pick up the pieces.
Sometimes, I just want to stop the world for a second, say hang on to your axle and take notice of what is happening.
Coming of age means more than aches and pains. It brings an unreal acceleration of life events, an uncanny view of history repeating itself, and sometimes the speed is too much, too fast, the changes too many, and the horror too real. Who will pick up the pieces?
Our children. Our grandchildren.
Whether we support current government or not, laws are rapidly being changed to reflect the latest trend of thinking...whether we like, agree or disdain. Our free thinking and inflated egos are creating new attitudes, new environments to shape our learning and thinking.
What may seem to be expedient, even worthy, to the populace at large today may bring greater anxieties and obstacles to overcome for the younger generation. My mind is filled with concern, but the remembrance of one verse stands out:
Pray for our country, pray for our children, pray for strength in the hour of adversity, uncertainty, and persecution...for it is now.
Never mind the mess, the loss, the residuals, the least important of the least significant. It is the end result, the nourishment for the faithful, the survival of the fittest. Not to mourn what has reached its end, but to satisfy the moment...this cycle of life goes on without bereavement, without consolation?
Nothing but the bellowing call of a young one to its dying mother, the inevitable last breath before the vultures come in to devour. No medicinal shots can cure, no one thing to take the blame...just life's cycle in an ever changing world. And the buzzards pick up the pieces.
Sometimes, I just want to stop the world for a second, say hang on to your axle and take notice of what is happening.
Coming of age means more than aches and pains. It brings an unreal acceleration of life events, an uncanny view of history repeating itself, and sometimes the speed is too much, too fast, the changes too many, and the horror too real. Who will pick up the pieces?
Our children. Our grandchildren.
Whether we support current government or not, laws are rapidly being changed to reflect the latest trend of thinking...whether we like, agree or disdain. Our free thinking and inflated egos are creating new attitudes, new environments to shape our learning and thinking.
What may seem to be expedient, even worthy, to the populace at large today may bring greater anxieties and obstacles to overcome for the younger generation. My mind is filled with concern, but the remembrance of one verse stands out:
“Be still, and know that I am God;To be still is to let go, to surrender to God, knowing He is always in control. Jeremiah 17 in The Message:
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.” Psa. 46:10
"God, pick up the pieces. Put me back together again. You are my praise!"Our grandchildren will be picking up our pieces on this earth, but the Lord God will be the ultimate judge and healer of our bad judgments. The last word, the last action, the ultimate ending of this life's cycle will be the Lord's!
Pray for our country, pray for our children, pray for strength in the hour of adversity, uncertainty, and persecution...for it is now.
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