12/12/12

I look up through the skylight - who is that I see looking down at me?  Is that you, Lord?  Or one of your angels sent to watch over me?  I am at peace. 

The last post was about change.  Today was the last time during my stay on earth that I will have the "date trifecta."  The month-day-year are all the same number.  Significance?  Should I be in wonder of this numeric oddity - or is there more?

Change has certainly been around me.  I worry about mom and her befuddlement related to her temporary surroundings - first the hospital and now the rehabilitation center.  I hope that she will acclimate and be able to do all the things necessary to "escape" the bounds of therapy.  I hope she can return to her own home. 

Our life paths are for our foot prints only.  The Grateful Dead even sang about the road between sunrise and sunset that are for us alone - no one else can follow.  I hope for the best.

Change is difficult at any age, but after we start to settle into our own patterns and get comfortable change becomes less enticing.  In our youth change is exciting and we look forward to the challenges.  But at some point in our life change seems less attractive.  Ultimately, we are not inclined to want change.  Isn't that one of the strange aspects of living here?

But there is always hope.  Humans are the only species that can reason, that can actually have fear, and that can hope.  I hope the Christmas season is truly blessed this year.  I hope.

"Hope is some extraordinary spiritual grace that God gives us to control our fears, not to oust them." ~Vincent McNabb