Bats, butterflies, birds, cars.
May is the month for migration. The rhythm of migration is so subtle - When did the wood warblers start warbling? When did the bat start to call as I am falling asleep? When did all those Porsches and Teslas appear on my morning commute anyway? The cycle of the seasons is so beautiful and much like life. When we were little, my dad used to tell us we were in the spring of our lives, and he was quickly approaching the fall of his. There’s a poignancy to the subtleties of life. The change that brings a person from childhood to adolescences, young adulthood, young adulthood middle age, to elderly is almost indistinguishable. Migration is striking yet subtle, and somehow at the end of May summer is upon us. Change in life is striking, yet subtle, and somehow you wake up and find yourself at the end of your life. The last words my Grandmother said to me before she died were “Live for the Lord – and ENJOY it!!!” I want to remember this when life presses in, and it seems like there is no time to stop and notice the bats, birds and butterflies. Living for the Lord isn’t always an instagramable mountain top experience- it’s the small things, the daily habits, the consistent friendships. But it is glorifying to the Creator to stop, slow down, and enjoy Him through His creation. Migration truly is miraculous- even the Porsches and Teslas.
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Lauren Kimball
6/2/2022 06:00:27 am
“Living for the Lord isn’t always an instagramable mountain top experience-
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