Day 76.

The hunger of my heart for the hills of meditation, were but a part of my hunger for the infinite. The instinct of the far horizon was indelibly engraved on my very nature. God cannot be understood by words or thoughts. God IS love and loving another is the best way to understand Him. Yes, I had discovered a powerful revelation of God’s love.
For many decades I had travelled through the disorderly roads of discovery in regard to life’s meaning and God’s sovereignty. Like a pilgrim sojourner in this world my life had early passed the milestone marker of God’s love. I had left my burden of sin at the wayside inn of God’s Rest. I knew my salvation was not dependent on my performance but in resting in His finished work, something that is symbolized by the Sabbath of the fourth commandment. Along the way I had discovered gems of truth from God’s Word that would fill my pack with the treasures of heaven. My tree had been planted by the river of grace and in the summer heat had grown to full strength.

Now I felt the leaves had yellowed and fallen to the ground. Trees by my side had fallen by the blade and I was alone. The blown leaves of autumn become coloured memories as the fleeting years had slipped by. Only in eternity we can acknowledge what fools’ we mortals had been. But there was to be a resurrection, a new spring, the buds of which appeared in the autumn of 2002.

From the palatial mountaintop I sought my consolation. It is here that I can dress my thoughts in words. There my Lord shone like stars in a winter night. The whispering of eternity I had heard 30 years hence had spoken to me. It was here that I awaited the fire of spring when the earth will again laugh with flowers. It is here that I wait. There is always hope beyond today and tomorrow’s spring is the comfort of winter.

I had passed others as eternal pilgrims and sojourners, as in the dark before the dawn. These are the adventures of our souls. We measure time by the seasons, but life we measure by those we have loved.