Half Dome in Yosemite -- late winter
Good Morning, God
Here I am — entering into Holy Tuesday. The day in which Jesus was supposed to have foretold the destruction of the Temple. After a disciple commented on the beauty of the Temple he said “As for what you see here, the time will come when not one stone will be left on another; every one of them will be thrown down.” [Luke 21:6] How hard that must have been to hear!
Looking at Half Dome reminds me that TIME and NATURE do scrape away the non essentials. Half Done was left as a glacier retreated. It is an order of magnitude older than the Temple in Jerusalem. It is hard to think that it too, will pass away.
Time is hard for us, God. Change is hard for us. I think of all those religious leaders who were blinded to who Jesus was — blinded by their expectations of what the messiah must be. Would I have been any different? I like to think i would have responded to Jesus — but what if I had been taught by the experts to expect someone so very different. Ah, the dangers of “Knowing.”
Half Dome in summer. Photo by Mark Bramhill
But, let me move on to a smaller topic — me. Today is not just Holy Tuesday — it’s my birthday. So, for today, let me bask in the Light of Your Love! Let me put off thoughts of endings and focus on NOW. Now is GOOD! Now is FULL — filled with people to love and useful and satisfying things to do.
It is true that my office wasn’t cleaned, yesterday, in spite of my desire to get that done. But what I did was clean up my mind of all the loose and floating tasks. I made progress capturing them and in sequencing them. Thank You!
Oh, and one more THANK YOU! It comes to me that it is easy for me to love birthdays because I still have my mom — just a mile away — to play games with and chat with. She is still doing the hard work of being the lead goose in the family flight formation. My day will come — but for now — I fly comfortably behind her. Help me to be for my daughters — what she is for me — an admirable role model.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
Very nice, Margie.
No wonder I’m so tired… my mother died 20+ years ago…. 9 months after Jack’s death. I’ve been trying to lead my family for too long, and mostly flying blind!
Love, MLee