Have you ever looked up in the blue sky and saw a large bird soaring above? Often on a pretty sunny day you can look up and see these large birds soaring with the wind. Where did they come from? Where are they going? Often I see things, or can relate to natural occurring events and compare it to life in general. This is the case with these magnificent birds flying overhead. They sway to left and then to the right, going wherever the winds take them. Just the case so often with life. If you will have it we are just like the bird hovering above. The wind of life takes us this way and that way. We often get blown this way and that not ever looking down at the beautiful scenery. Take time to appreciate the day the lord has give. Be happy in it. If the wind of life blows you a little off course, remember the wind will disappear when it is time and you can get back on coarse. Enjoy the scenery, for this day will never be again. You cannot repeat. You cannot hit rewind. So what if it isn’t the way you planned. Like the bird that is off coarse, don’t fight it for you will just wear yourself out. Be happy in it and enjoy the scenery. Nighttime is coming and the birds flight will be over. No matter if he accomplished what he set out to do or not. When the sun sets it is time for him to come out of the sky. His flight is over. Just as the bird, the sunset is coming for every person walking the earth. Be prepared that your flight will end. If you live long enough the age of the body will keep you down, so enjoy the flight you are in. Go with the wind. It might take you somewhere wonderful. Help the young. Help them get established so they are prepared for their own flight. Take a step back and look at your flight. Have the winds pushed you to far one way or another. Can you still see where you are going. What about where you have been. Sometime looking back at where you have been or where you come from is just as important as where you are going. Remember how you was raised and what you have been taught over the years. Check the horizon. Is the sun beginning to set. Is your flight coming to a close. The next time you fill down or are having a bad day stop and think of the bird. Breathe, and enjoy the scenery just as the bird in flight.
The yard needs mowing, the clothes need washing and supper needs cooking. Tomorrow starts early because you have a meeting at 7:30 AM. You have a meeting with Johnny’s Teacher at 11:00 and little Susie has softball practice at 4:00. You need to swing by the grocery and the car needs gas. Does all these things sound familiar? Everyday we hustle to make appointments and deadlines that are set for us. What if the ultimate deadline was set? What if you knew without a doubt that one month from today at this very time you would die. It would be over. Finished in this world. How much different would we be. Would you stress over that meeting at work or the house work that needs doing. Of course you wouldn’t. Would your priorities change? Sure they would. We never know the time and hour that we will leave this world. We have no promise for tomorrow. We may only live a minute longer. If we knew that it was about over I bet every Church in America would be packed Sunday morning. The sick and elderly would be visited one last time. That grudge you have held for years would be forgiven. Suddenly how much money that your check register showed would not matter. The glass of chocolate milk that little Johnny spilled down the sofa wouldn’t bother you at all. The new car that your neighbor just bought that you were secretly jealous over would have no meaning at all. You would probably put a little more in the offering plate when it is passed because you won’t need it. Sometimes our priorities get all messed up as adults. We should live, laugh, and love. Be kind to one another. Pray daily. Have fun in life. Life is way to short to sweat the small stuff. Spend time with your family, for you don’t know how much longer you will have them with you. Let the things of this world that don’t matter go to the back burner. Nobody wants to die, but maybe life would be better if. We lived like we were dying.
In the long hard journey of life there is a time for everything. No matter if you are a child or one hundred years old. There is a time to sow and a time to reap. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to work and a time to rest. A time to be happy and a time to be sad. As a child you are born completely helpless. Unable to survive on your own. Soon you start to learn and adapt. Before long babies grow to toddlers and begin to crawl and talk. They must wait for the right time for nature to occur. A child cannot walk or run before they crawl. Just as a tree cannot bare fruit before it blooms. Sometimes we want to grow to fast, do to much, get to big before it is time. No matter if it is the child trying to crawl or the medical intern wanting to be a surgeon, it takes time. There is steps in life that you cannot skip or jump over. We often start careers at the very bottom and envy to be on top. It does not work this way. You have got to live, learn and grow. If there is something in the process you dont like then change it when you get there for someone else. Don’t forget where you come from or where you intend to go. Keep your dreams close at hand and pray daily. Be kind in the process as others have had to make the journey you are making right now. If you get knocked down just remember there is a time to get back up. Be diligent and truthful in your dealings. Give when you can for there will be a time to gather. Treat others as you want to be treated. Be happy for it may help someone that is sad. When life’s journey draws to a close people will remember you by the fruit you bore, not by how much money was in the bank, but by the good ( or bad ) deeds you have done. As you go through life and face trials, tribulations, sad times, and hardships just remember there is a time for everything. It will soon be time for things to brighten up and get better no matter the circumstance. There really is a time for everything!
Just as the flower pushes through the soil in the spring and begins to grow, every man, women, boy and girl in the vast world was born sometime in history. As that baby, the first air you breathe sets in a chain of events that in its self is a miracle. No matter what your religious beliefs as soon as you are born you are destined to die. What you do with the time between birth and death is up to you. Life is like a hour glass. When it begins the sand starts pouring through and as a child it seems like eternity before all that sand could get through that glass. Soon the innocence of that child leaves and we venture through adolescence. We think we are on top of the world. No worries, no pain. Not thinking even once about that hour glass in the background. We take risk and do dumb things without ever thinking of the end. Before we know it we meet the companion of our dreams and set out with nothing more than the clothes on our backs into the hostile world on the horizon. No longer are we protected by Mama and Daddy. We are on our own, still not thinking about that hour glass. We have our children and the hard times come, looking for God to guide us out. The work it takes to pay the bills requires long hours, often times leaving our children behind at child care. Often times we are so tired on days off we ignore the children and their wants to rest our tired bodies. A few years pass and we manage to get that big promotion at work that we have worked so hard for. We tell our family at home but they are not excited for they are preparing for college and their lives ahead. With them driving down the road toward their own life we stop and look over our shoulder at that hour glass that we had forgotten about and think, my gosh a lot of sand has poured through. Grandkids come along and you love to play with them but wish you could see your children more. They are so busy and tired from their own careers they don’t have time to come around. You finally reach retirement and can afford that big rv to travel the world. The whole time though that hour glass is sitting on your shoulder. You can here the sand pouring through. Man, how different it is than when you were young. Now looking out the window of the rest home you think of your great- grandchildren and their hour glass that just begun. Yours no longer matters. It is their but life has passed you by and you no longer have to worry of the disappearing sand. The hope is there that those new additions to the family will stop, enjoy life along the journey, and do the good things that matter,for life is like a hour glass.