His Air

Time ticks on while we all continue living, some in a bath of regrets and others in a mist of thankfulness, if one thinks in reflection. Locks guard our hearts and our minds, often times, from looking back. "Look forward to the path ahead", a well-meaning soul may tell us. Oh the danger there lies in lies and blindness. If you begin to believe the ideas of the future, your future, that others place in you head, you may wake in that life. Or worst off is the times when the piles of faith, frailly resting on a stacked deck of cards, collapses. The problem does not even merely lie there but in all that was over-looked. When the head is high, raise to view the mountains ahead, the walk in the present becomes blindly and scarily confident. What holes could be under-foot or treasures be bridged? Most importantly however is the selfishness of this whole ideology. Our Creator has place us on this world for communion. Conversation and interaction with others, relationships should be the field of our present play. By forfeiting theses games of life the thief steals the very reason for it. The timeless process of sand gradually finding its way down through the eye of the hour-glass, think of this no more. Allow yourself to see the grains around your live. The people that you care about and the humans you care not about. See them all the same. The wind has yet to grow tired of blowing. God's love for his people is no different from the air. The air can not be blown without the wind. Breath deep in this love and deprive no one the same. Be an instrument, a fan, not to the fire that consumes the air but to move air about the small world in which we live.