I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.
(evening Georgia sky in early October / Julie Cook / 2014)
So weary and finally pulling into the driveway, I step from my car, after a long day, a long week, and what now feels like a long life.
A once lively body has grown tired and is deceptively deceiving.
Things no longer work as they once did.
The once vivacious youthful energy is now egregiously diminished.
The yoke and burden of life seem to lay heavy upon once strong uplifted shoulders.
I live in a place of the middle.
Caught in a place of caring for aging parents as well as for young adult children who still clamor for need and support–a precarious balancing act of the meeting of needs entangles both mind and body. The juggling act of lives on equal ends of the spectrum as I am left to perch on a limb somewhere in between.
Before heading inside I turn back, for whatever reason, glancing momentarily behind when I am struck by the beauty and enormity of an endless sky full of the swarth of colliding colors.
A paintbrush which been bushed across a blank canvas.
The magic of twilight is met by the emergence of a forthcoming cold front.
There in the sky, for any and all who are lucky enough or keen enough to glance skyward, is a gift for not only the eyes but for the heart and soul as well.
The stations of color–blue, orange, and grey stop me in my tracks.
The Glory of a Creator who subtly and yet boldly reminds me that He is very much present and active.
He is a constant despite my lack of consistency.
My woes and worries, the tears of the morning start, now long since faded, melt into the collision of the gasping vibrance of the day.
The jaded will simply note the science of the moment—dust particles coupled by the fading refracted light of a setting sun over the curvature of a rounded surface, prompted by the changing of a season.
But I know better.
I stand in awe of a masterful orchestration of something far greater than myself.
For When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?
I remember my affliction and my wandering,
the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them,
and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”
Absolutely beautiful 🙂
Thank you Michael—I hope y’all had a great time at the beach–looks like Fall is arriving this weekend!
Lows in the upper 30’s tonight—Oooooo 🙂
Hi Julie, I am caught too between an aging mother and responsibilities towards my own family. Since I am also trying to build my wedding planning business, I can really feel stressed and dragged down sometimes.
I love your sky pictures. I am a sky watcher also. So beautiful. Thanks for the reminder of God’s great glory!
I’m telling you Joanne–we are the squeeze-play generation–the middle generation balancing aging parents, grown children needing our assistance and then our own careers—overwhelming to be sure!!
I hope your business is thriving. Brenton and Abby are in wedding this weekend to a couple who was in there wedding in June. . .tis the season 🙂
Bless your heart. I hate to read that your day started with tears. Yes, you are in a trying time and I wish I could tell you it will be the last one. Your post was very soulful and touching and so I know you have the heart to be strong enough to handle all this. Your pictures are stunning and yes, the Lord, loves to take our breath away and bring us back to the reality that He is still on the throne and in control. So all is well with our souls and He will give us the strength we need to handle each day as promised in Scripture. Big, big hugs and much love to my little Georgia Peach. 🙂 ❤
Julie, the photos are beautiful indeed. I often tell God how much I love God’s sky! I visited my sister today and she is getting settled in the retirement home. I am grateful. Blessings and prayers.
I hope your sister is happy as she settles in to her new “home” and will make wonderful new friends–