You have no idea. . .or maybe, perhaps you do

“My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.”
Thomas Merton

(backyard neighbor / Julie Cook / 2015)

(backyard neighbor / Julie Cook / 2015)

(backyard neighbor / Julie Cook / 2015)

Ode to the backyard rabbit. . .

You have no idea just how much you truly mean to me. . .
Not that you know me or that I know you—
Yet we know of one another’s existence.
You are out there and I’m back here, usually up, looking outward at you, down there.
And I know you know, just as you know I know.

For you see, I need to know that you and your world remains, as always, the same.
I need to know that when I have fought through another day, another journey, another time of attending to duties I would prefer would disappear, I know you are out there, doing what it is that you do day in and day out.

When I turn on the television, only to see a world that I no longer recognize, I know you are the same, as in, you never changed.
When I see a country I no longer understand, I can thankfully understand you.
When I grow weary of the pettiness, the arrogance, the self-centeredness of man, I can look out at you, unencumbered, offering no pretense, no bravado. . . just being yourself. . .
and I can exhale–simply enjoying watching you, simply being you. . .

And as I ramble on about the small joys received in the simple act of sitting back and basking in the solitude of watching a wild rabbit, or two, going about its life–eating, running, jumping. . .appearing simply happy to be alive, I am struck by the very words I have used to offer up to a little rabbit—that in much the same vein, the words may be offered up as a simple prayer to God—

That He knows, before I know, just how much He means to me. . .
despite my inability to grasp or readily recognize that need.
That I can actually rest in the knowledge that He is who He is and has been since the beginning of time–That He is not merely the Creator of all that was, and all that is, and all that will be. . .
but that He is also a Father. . .my Father. . .
who loves,
who comforts,
who sees,
who knows,
who indeed does understand.
That He mourns just as I do when I look out over this world of ours.
As thankfully, He remains steadfast, always the same—
never transformed or moulded by mortals who are constantly changing and transforming our own world to fit our own selfish desires, perverse pleasures, and arrogant agendas.

He offers me the gift of Creation—as I find in that Creation a small creature, that offers me a glimpse of everlasting peace. . .

And whereas the rabbit and I merely recognize one another’s existence, I can rest in the fact that The God of all of Creation, does indeed know, and knows most personally, me. . .and that single thought alone is what allows me the ability to exhale at the end of each long and hard fought day. . .


(backyard neighbor / Julie Cook / 2015)

(backyard neighbor / Julie Cook / 2015)

(backyard neighbor / Julie Cook / 2015)

19 comments on “You have no idea. . .or maybe, perhaps you do

  1. Lynda says:

    Julie, this post speaks deeply to my heart. First of all, the quote from Thomas Merton is one that inspires me greatly; then what you have written is so true and so basic to the way in which we live trusting in God. Jesus told us that there would be very uncertain times but when we look around and see how God looks after God’s creation, then we can trust that God will do the same for us. How are things going with your dad and Gloria?

    • Thank you Lynda for asking about Dad and Gloria—of which that’s a rather loaded question 😉
      We’ve been to doctors all week and I think the colitis is subsiding—he’ll have a couple of good days, then wham!
      Gloria is struggling with pain and the frustration of confusion and just being very unhappy—so we take each day as it comes and pray that each day is better than before!!
      I hope the summer is treating you well as you prepare for a wedding 🙂
      a big hot humid southern hug to someone I hope is a bit cooler 🙂

      • Lynda says:

        Julie, prayers continue for you and your family as you endeavour to make life better for your dad and Gloria. The wedding is in one week but we will begin travelling to the venue on Wednesday as we begin to gather together and then leave on Friday for Northern Ontario – a seven hour drive and I’ll be with my son-in-law and the two youngest grandchildren. 🙂 As far as the weather is concerned, we are having a hot weather alert this weekend – concerns for those who don’t have air conditioning and for those who live on the streets. Thanks for the “hot humid” hugs!

      • Oh I hate that this heat is reach so far northward—no respite then it appears—I can’t wait to hear about this journey of a wedding 🙂

  2. ColorStorm says:

    The idea of the simple rabbit (not so simple though) tied to the changelessness of the Creator is such a good thought.

    The same, yesterday, today, and forever. Yeah, the lion and Daniel, the doves and Noah, everything after their kind, all according to the perfections of God.

    The rhythm of life does tend to take ones breath away…………but God gives us a few more in His grace. Loved your thoughts here J.

    • Thank you CS—amazing how God revels himself in simplicity and quiet—not as much in all of that hustle and bustle so it seems–of perhaps I miss so much due to hustle and the bustle 😉

  3. Nicodemas says:

    Deeply, deeply beautiful. The roots here go very deep. Thank you for this.

  4. Wow! I absolutely adore this one. Everytime you post something like this is so touching and deeply profound, I think to myself, “she’ll never be able to top this one.” And then sure enough you do. This is so amazing and sweet and it reaches down so deep in my heart and soul to a place that I’ve never known another to touch, that it brought tears of joy to my eyes. You are just so amazing and I adore you and your rabbits. That you can reach through the pain and angst of all your dealing with and come up with something this marvelous is beyond my ability to comprehend. Love and hugs, sweet Julie 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤

    • You are just too kind—it’s a wonder what comes out from the ruminating over a backyard visitor! And they are so great to watch—thank you for the kind words—-hugs and love from hot Georgia to hot Texas!!

  5. Reblogged this on Sacred Touches and commented:
    Julie frequently knocks my socks off and leaves me speechless. Her gift with words, her ability to get at the heart of matter, her compassion, her loving nature, and her love for the Lord and dependence on Him are to be greatly admired and adored. Please read this all the way to the end. I can’t imagine it not touching anyone in some way and blessing them with its touching richness.

  6. What a lovely post indeed! One can’t fail to love this one; and feel deeply touched indeed. Thank you for inspiring and edifying your readers. We need the truths of life to shape our minds and hearts.

  7. Yoshiko says:

    I can resonate with this because it is my desire to please the Lord and I’m confused now.

  8. rcottrill says:

    Greetings from Wordwise Hymns, and from Saskatchewan, Canada. Thanks for hooking up with my site. You’ve been an encouragement, just by doing that. But this page of yours was a special blessing to me today. God bless.

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