Water Flowing
Once again in this strange season of our world, I am touched more closely by death.
The husband of a dear friend of mine succumbed to COVID which was layered upon already existing sickness.
“We often think that life lasts between the time of our birth and the time of our death. This is similar to thinking that a pond is without a shoreline and that when the water flows away, it disappears.” - Tolstoy
I think of his spirit, drawn from the Holy Spirit, as similar to the water which flows in the brooks and streams nearby.
As I walk the woods, I find myself drawn to these brooks and small streams which are mostly covered in snow and bordered with ice.
Water still flows underneath.
Life still flows, even under the snow and ice; the hard, the cold, the frozen.
My husband’s friend, and my friend as well, was such a presence. Such an ambassador of his faith. Such a gentlemen and true patriot.
I drive by my friend’s house nearly every day in my travels and wonder...what are they doing? how are they coping? how are they forging ahead in the absence of his physical and spiritual presence?
He is greatly missed. Yet, I see and feel his presence in numerous places.
His friends from the cigar shop are planning a golf event in his honor. His bible study friends are donating their time at his favorite local mission. His grandson is picking up where he left off in helping at the family home with the farm animals.
Like the water which flows in and out of the pond, his spirit flows beyond the shoreline and is with us still in the lives of many others.
