In short, I feel forgetful. Here it is two weeks and one day later and I am just now remembering; it has taken 15 days worth of essays, quizzes, and discussions for the light to once again appear, finally showing itself much like the sun streaming though these branches in Heath, MA.
But is that the only thing I've forgotten? It seems as if another lesson can be brightened though the illustration of this beauty--I have been called to be a sunbeam, a witness to those around me, as if they are indeed like these solemn woods and autumn leaves, in need of illumination. And there is joy in such remembrance, and wonder, and enthusiasm: sure, I will not deny that cloudiness happens, but God has granted renewal and I am once again filled with a mission... might I only be as gentle as the light playing about the forest floor as I attempt to fulfill it.
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