The definition of a “path”,
according to my somewhat old American Heritage Dictionary, circa 1977, is a
“route or course”; “a trodden track or way”; “a course of action”. I’ve been reflecting lately about life, its
journey and how it takes us down certain paths.
I try not to over analyze life. I
tend to “go with the flow.” I have been reminded recently how experiences on
this path can be exhausting and renewing yet constantly changing.
For example, Vince and I have
been blessed with an amazing summer.
There has been plenty of evening rain showers, lots of green grass to
mow, mild temperatures and many sun filled days. The flowers, trees and
wildlife have all had full life cycles.
The beauty surrounding us has been unbelievable and almost perfect.
In contrast, the past few months
have also been hard. Sometimes it was
difficult to breathe and often our minds wouldn’t let our bodies rest. Our path was dark when we grieved the loss of
loved ones. It’s a part of life that is
challenging and its affects linger. Of
course death is a part of this human journey.
We aren’t the first to have lost loved ones and it’s certain we’ll have
to say goodbye to so many others down the road.
Any “path” can be as bland as its
definition. It is neither alive nor
colorful without God, loving people and prayer which all lift us up. A
fulfilling life also includes past memories, current experiences and new life
on the horizon. As for the latter, a new
grandchild is joining us within days. I
am grateful for this life. I believe
that both sadness and joy must be embraced and witnessed as we move along
life’s path.
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