To be a tree or a river

                                                                                       

I was contemplating the complexity of our lives here on earth yesterday. In fact, I was almost demanding some sort of insight on how best to approach mine. I sat on the mountain and watched a lizard sun bathe on a rock. I knew he heard my voice as I spoke out loud to God. (It is kind of a good thing that no one else was around. : ) But sometimes when we are distressed nothing short of shouting out to Him or speaking clearly your pain, will do. As if by speaking the words we have a better chance of Him hearing our plea. 

The lizard just listened. The butterfly just flew around like it didn’t have a care in the world. The trees swayed in the wind. The leaves rustled on the ground, the pine cones fell and the earth just seemed to know what to do. I was in awe. I wondered out loud, ‘Is it easier being an animal?’ Are they without the complexity of emotion that humans bare. Are they void of the relationships, obligations, communications, responsibility and emotions that we endure? Is it easier to serve God as a tree? Is it just as glorious, or more so, to serve God by doing what you were purposed to do without fanfare, without drama, without the complexities that we humans create in our humanness? 

We are slowly conditioned to think and feel and do the things we do, right or wrong. We are a reasoning being and yet we do not have the ability to reason well. It too must be learned. We are at the mercy of our worldly teachers. We are swirling in a pool of darkness in this world. Some we create and some we endure. Nothing is without emotion, reason, relationship, communication, and responsibility. 

We are broken. We start as simple loving instruments of His creation, but are left in the hands of imbeciles, in comparison to what God had in store for us. We are as a fine piece of china that over time is aged and weathered with hairline cracks and chips. We start out for one purpose only but our journey is in the discovery of that purpose and we don’t even know it. We are blind by the darkness and searching for the light, but unaware. While we stumble and fall and break and despair, he molds our weakness into the good of others. 

We search in the dark and He shares with us His light. All the while, we search. When we open our eyes and see Him there, is when our true journey begins. Then we at least begin to look in the right place, and for a new purpose, to live for Him. 

Oh, to be a tree or a squirrel or a river. What would it be like to just exist for His purpose from the beginning and without question?