Getting on with Life

tiny bromeliads (I think)

Good Day, God!

I love this photo for its Brightness and for the gravel walkway next to it. So like my life right now. Mixed.

I sit in the rich soil of life with Roots extended into darkness. What Root knows its purpose? I rather fancy, God, that they go about their business of extracting nutrients from the mud, humus and compost around them — totally unaware of the flowers above ground.

Sigh, above ground . . . in the Light . . . seeing and being seen — knowing. Given a choice I would live just as flower. Yet, what plant can grow — or even live — without roots. So, now I stop to go and sit in silence — at your feet, so to speak. I’m back. . . with More DEEP sighs, God.

I am a whole plant . . . both roots and flowers . . . and lots of leaves. For me, prayer is a way to nourish my roots — and ALSO a source of SunLight for my leaves. You are The Ground of my Being. I like that it takes three overlapping analogies to attempt to describe reality. Thus it was that Jesus said he is the Shepherd, The Gate and the Way.

And now I’m smiling. How good of You to Hear us! We are small and finite. But Beloved. And that makes it possible to love myself and to love others. As John said, “We love because You first loved us.”

Perhaps, that is our sole purpose? Or Soul Purpose? I just hope, God, that when my life is done I don’t find that I have missed the point. It brings to mind the old prayer I said as a child. I just hung the 12×16 embroidery of it done for me as a baby and was surprised by the last verse.

If I should live for other days, I pray thee Lord to guide my ways. May it be so, God!