A light and cool wind blow in the early morning hours today. I have goosebumps as I stand on the balcony. The morning breeze is colder to me than others for some reason. Yet I try to make good use of this morning hours because I know it won’t last long.
Soon, a time will come when the morning breeze would be warm devoid of its colder version. For such a cool breeze, we would soon be dependent on the AC. The air outside will be hot and dry. The day temperature would soon surpass 40 degrees Celsius. We would keep reminding each other how hot it is.
But here today I am enjoying most of the cool breeze which takes me back to the memories of the place where I grew up.
These trees who have survived the cold winter have their brand-new set of leaves which are still very soft and shiny going by the look of it.
Looking at these brand-new leaves who were dancing in sync with the light wind make entices my eyes and my heart merry.
Not only these trees, but the playground is also soon to see a new development which might add to the workload of the gardener.
As for me, the memories of my childhood where I run the slopes of the hills and valleys give me another goosebump. The dews were a delight to the morning hawkers and a treat to our cattle we tended.
I can’t understand the language of the nature around me. However, if could hear them speak they would either be praising their Creator or giggling in a joyous mood as they tell each other to make their moves in response to the mood this morning.
Standing there facing towards the creation, gives me hope and encouragement to face another day. Each according to their own timeline has woken up to serve their purpose in this wide world. They once look like a bunch of dry twigs hanging on a stem waiting for their end to come. The creator does not forget them.
Following a Timeline
Why are we so eager to know our timeline? We have our days of dryness, suffering, and pain but we are woken up every morning in his grace and mercy, whispering to us in the morning.
After a short while, I could see working people heading out towards their workplaces. I could also hear the bursting sound of their vehicles getting warmed up. Some would praise God as they headed for work.
I was reminded of the times I had worked full-time before my role is reduced to being at home. In those days, I would say grace, thanksgiving on the old bus I use to travel. I still remember that guy who sat beside me every morning with his Bible on his lap. This morning, I said to myself where would that guy be, would he still be around? Since he looked grown even at that time. I remember our conversations based on the Scripture.
Then when I reached my office and my cubicle, I could hear them whisper: ‘don’t disturb him, he would be doing his pooja or prayer every day.’ They were caring and kind people to this date! I missed them.
In reality, I knew my condition was fragile so without the help of God I would not be able to complete a day. For me, it’s a privilege to be able to call on God every day with the understanding of my co-workers. And when I explained why I did so, they understood me beyond expectations.
Lunch Hours
Our office was at the heart of our city New Delhi, India and there was a special tree in front of our Office Building, which always takes me back to my childhood memories.
During the lunch hours, I would watch those happy birds sucking the juice of the flowers. I could see how free they were. They played in groups, sometimes as a partner only – maybe they’re a couple! I’m jealous of them
It brings me back to my good old days, I’m almost melancholic! Let’s not say there’s a feeling of melancholy.
This morning, however, I said to myself, ‘these new and shiny leaves are willing to grow up and be useful to the tree although a time will come when they will fall.’ I saw positive vibes in them. They are taken care of by the Creator. That’s what I must be doing too!’ I keep reminding myself as I keep watching them silently for a while.
I planted some vegetables in our flower pot too. But they didn’t grow well to my expectation. I’m afraid if the Lord would pass comment on me like my potted plants which I take care of them as much as I could.
When we get to meet our Savior all our needs will be fulfilled, we won’t want anything more. How great it would be! But here we are happy, yet we get sad the next hour. However, with a heart of praise, we are happier.
Just as I stood here this morning enjoying the cool breeze, the creations I saw were of the Lord’s like me. They may also sense the very hot and dry wind is around the corner. Thus, they cherish this moment of joy.
Protected
When the harsh winter hit them, they were protected. The summer winds would make their leaves droop even though they were alive. Even then, they will not die from the heat if it’s not the end of their time fixed by the owner. They will once again flourish to the delight of those living around them.
We are given this privilege of having a living soul which placed us a bit higher among the creations. Thus, we are always loved and beautiful in the eye of our Creator. In the same way, we are cared for and loved each day although we might miss it. It is he who sustains our life! His love endures forever.
Those who spent time with the Savior kept longing for more. Our sufferings, difficulties, hardships in life could become a door of being privileged among mankind. We may stay far away, live in different countries. Yet when the cool breeze is blowing in the morning, we realized we have the same need.
Same needs
Wherever we are, we need the same amount of love and happiness. Someone in the hospital would struggle to breathe in the air. I have experienced it before. There is joy in breathing air, which under normal circumstances we tend to ignore as a blessing.
In the end, as I stood here in the morning breeze, it gives me a very big sigh of relief from all my previous suffering. I praise the Lord for his goodness. It gives me HOPE and the willingness to celebrate life each day as it comes.
