Somehow A Part of This Life

What is life?

Somehow, I know.

 

Eternity is real.  Somehow, I am a part of it.

 

This life is not all that there is. 

To think that it is, would be to claim my own simplicity as the ultimate truth. 

 

To think that I could understand all mysteries, and completely know what the symbols stand for is to cling to ignorance at it’s lowest level.

 

I will not depend upon my own grip of things.  We can try to grasp the wind, but we will never hold it in our hands.

 

I will not lean only on the strength I have.  My strength has limits and it too will slip away.

 

The sun is powerful beyond understanding.  But it is simply a created element.  Even the powerful beauty of this star is entirely dependent upon its creator.

How much less am I, to think that my mind, and my existence, is somehow suspended by my own power?

 

I am nothing.  I am nothing on my own.  I am a vapor, a wisp of grass.  I am here for a moment, and then gone.  Mistakes and failure, accomplishments.  Hopes and fears.  Dreams and the mysterious reality of the whispers from the unknown to my mind.

 

This is what I am. 

 

But is this all?

 

 

Like music is nothing without someone to make it.  Like words are nothing without someone to speak them  Like thoughts are nothing without someone to discover them.

 

I am this.  I am what I was created to be. 

A word, an idea, a song.  A thought of something much greater.

 

I am spoken into existence, and I have this one chance to touch the lives of the ones I reach.

 

Without God’s light shining through me, I am nothing. 

I love him.  Like the light loves the sun.  Like the wind loves the sky.  Like the clouds love the mist.

 

Like the earth loves life.

 

Because it is a part of it.  Because without it, it wouldn’t even exist. 

 

 

 

I am a part of God’s plan. 

Without him I wouldn’t be.

 

With him, I am alive, and forever will be.

 

Somehow, I will stay strong. 

Like the music that is sung from the heart.  I will live this life not as my own, but as a channel for the beauty of God’s plan. I will let the beauty of life run through me, and I will touch each life I can with hope. 

 

 

 

Like a river running through the earth, I will be forever changing, yet forever the same.  Fluid motion, living, breathing,

 

 

Until my life has become a part of everything beautiful.

 

 

 

Until what I become

 

is so much more

 

 

 

then what I ever was before.