Every day is a bonus and I thank God for allowing me another opportunity to experience His glory in creation. The image I’ve included in my post comes from my garden. For almost three years our backyard garden was turned into a construction zone to expand the highway where we live. Our fence came down to make way for the destruction of the old and restoration of the new. Last year, a huge retaining wall was installed to shield us from some of the noise of that busy road.

In those three years, we saw all kinds of changes. In the past few years, we’ve also been going through a metamorphous of sorts. Growing old is like that. We have lived a remarkable, memorable life together and we’re now reaching the closing years and days of it. Change can make us think of how we will be affected. It can make us plan for our remaining time on earth. We might look at the physical memories and try to downsize some of them to make life easier. We may decide to put our house in order – but does that ever really happen – even when you have a chance to do something about it?

The wall that has been placed as a backdrop instead of a beautiful garden is beginning to show some wonderful surprises. The false sunflowers are almost six feet tall. Some remaining perennials have shown themselves. They are a vivid reminder that God is still in control. Those flowers were restored and created by God Himself. They just appeared one day and continue to grow. For all the remaining days of summer, they will continue to shed brilliant color to a once barren space. Reflections of the sun and reminders that today is the first day of the rest of our lives, whether here or in eternity.

“FROM HERE TO ETERNITY,” Poetry By Kathy Boecher©

The edge of a bluff lined river – a glassy reflection glistens and bounces onto a hill.

The light touches the edges of trees and buildings in the distance, creating patterns dancing from one place to another.

The deep crevices fill with darkness.  The sky is magnificently dotted with wispy clouds interlaced with mauve, crimson and blue.

A path of towering pines shades the heat of the sun,

Looking out at the beauty of God’s perfect creation,

Breathing in the sweet, fresh air,

Hearing the sounds of rushing water and birds singing their little hearts out, fills your heart with contentment.

This little morsel of peace is just a speck in the scheme of things.

How long we’ve waited for the glory of these summer days.  They are so few and fleeting.  Soon the leaves will turn to red and gold and then fall.  Like our lives. We wither and die.

The moments of joy we experience on this planet are nothing compared to what waits for us after the winter of our dying breath.  Once again spring returns and we’re blessed with new life when we know God.

The glory never ends.