Life is like the sweet aroma of a flower. (Does that sound like something Forrest Gump would say?) As with the most fragrant of flowers, life may vanish before we have the sense to breathe it in!
Still, if you knew that sweetness could disappear so quickly, wouldn’t you savor the aroma for as long as possible? Wouldn’t you want to jealously press the sensual pleasure of it deep into the recesses of your brain?
In yesterday’s post, I juxtaposed the wonder of new life (my baby grandson) with the untimely death of a young woman. Each time I gaze into my grandson’s bright blue eyes, I’m struck by the same realization: life goes by too fast!
When a young person dies, my mind bubbles over with questions. If I could see into the future, would that awareness change my life? What if I knew the baby in my arms:
- Would never live to celebrate his or her eighteenth birthday?
- Might grow to adulthood but reject the foundational things I’d taught him or her?
- Might grow to adulthood and live wisely and well? Continue reading “The Breath of Life”