Today’s post is a repeat of a past post but I thought you might enjoy it once again.
The sun still hasn’t managed to tip the treetops. Somewhere in the east, it is slowly making its way to the horizon but it isn’t there yet. And, although the weatherman says rain won’t move in ’til tonight, something wet is falling from the sky. It isn’t snow, sleet, hail, or oobleck. By the way, I like fall rain!
I’ve lost something! I am embarrassed to tell you what it is because I should have kept it in a safe place and I thought I did. But, I’ve looked through every paper in the house (almost) and I can’t find it. It is a smallish piece of paper but even so, I’d think that when I’ve found so many other papers of less importance, I’d run onto this one, even accidentally. So, to help with the frustration, I’ve found a rhyme flitting through my head. Rhymes I can find but before I lose it too, I’ve captured it and put it on this page, where it belongs. Poems, at least, are not that elusive!
I’ve looked low, I’ve looked high. If I don’t find it, I will cry!
I’ve searched here, hunted there. Believe me, I’ve looked everywhere.
It’s in a place I cannot see; location is a mystery!
There is another mystery of life that I find truer and truer the older I get. I can put down a small item on the table, turn around once or twice, and it’s gone! What happened to it? Perhaps that is because the older we get, the more things are running through our minds, vying with space up there in our brains. Seniors have attained so much wisdom with the years that some of it is bound to get crowded out. Right? Another explanation is that a small, mischievous elf lives near-by and delights in stealing stuff and putting it where I can’t find it–sometimes, for years!!
The Lord bless you and keep you close to His heart and in the shelter of His mighty hands.
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