Saturday, October 18, 2008

The Importance of Time



Even though the morning was foggy, today has turned into a beautiful October day. I thought it would be a good day for a walk. No sun screen today, I need my vitamin D, it's getting more rare to come by in Germany in October. My walk takes me through a part of the neighborhood in which I've never been. And then I see the stone gateway in which leads me into a beautiful cemetary. As is common at 3:30 on a fall day here the sun has already begun some what of a descent into the west. All the different colours of the season have finally truly made their arrival. I'm unsure of what I find more appealing, the beautiful greens, yellows, reds, brown that I see above and around me, or the places they have so rained upon, as I gaze at the newly decorated graves. Every tombstone is erect, and it just feels as if they all have a story to tell. But I cannot hear it. As the sun goes farther down, I notice each monument is facing foward to the east. And the shadows cast over the ground, where underneath - something lifeless lay.


The rays of the sun come and touch my cheek warming me. As if the grace of God were stretching out to me. I feel it. I feel it now just as Anna Muy felt it - somewhere between September 30th 1886 and December 31st 1975.


And I can't help but think I will soon follow Anna. It says she was born 100 years before me. I would say that would be a blessed life to live to 2075. But thats all I know about her - she lived to be 89, it seems she had some family, and there is a cross on her tombstone. I have lived a great 22 years so far. I honestly love my life - all my family and friends, all the stories I have, all the memories. Most of All, God has been faithful to me so much more than I know how to say or comprehend.


The leaves fall.


I feel somehow that I, we all, are one of them. If I live my life, and am blessed enough to have such adventures, my life time over again three times - I'll be about where Anna was. If I'm blessed.




(Reading "Today Matters" by John Maxwell )
chapter - 'Priorites'




What are my priorities?


We must manage our life before it is gone.


We must harness our time.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

These pics are so beautiful. Life isn't morbid; even when it is gone.