Monet
Autumn in Argentuil
I spent most of today driving to visit with my father who is in the hospital. I’ve still got a few hours to go in the morning, so I’m writing this from a hotel room.
Sometimes my prayers are very clear. Long ago I learned that God’s plan for me is better than my own, so I don’t present Him with a list of my current wants. Instead, I pray to trust Him enough to let go of my own concerns, fears or desires. Today my thoughts were a bit jumbled and I was forced to just be quiet as I drove.
I had a sense, that I’m going to relate as though it were spoken.
“Look at the trees,” He said as I drove through Virginia. “As the leaves die, they take on their most gorgeous colors. During the summer, they all wore the same basic green, but at the end, each has a slightly different hue. Some are red; others orange or gold or brown.”
I thought He was telling me that there is a beauty in passing from one phase to the next.
I’m glad I was listening.
Blessings to your father, Steve, and to YOU.
Rick,
Most of the time your comments need no reply. They’re a thoughtful next step to my thoughts and scribblings.
However, you have been with me spiritually through thick and thin. Through victory and suffering. I thank you for that.
It will be most interesting in the next life to see how our efforts – yours on the west coast and mine to the east – have intertwined in the overall scheme of things.
My father moved into a retirement home since last time I was here. I’m staying in his place; it’s very strange knowing this is where he lives but he’s not here.
He was thrilled that I got here.
Thanks for your support, and Christ’s blessings.
Su amigo,
Esteban