Lately I’ve been walking around in a bubble of deep blue.
I’ve been almost paralyzed by it.
I believe I know where the root of my bubble lies.
As I am in my 50s, I simply feel as though I have accomplished little of what I wanted to by this time in my life. I feel like I am running out of time. Truth be told-my time here was never meant to be permanent.
But I think what has really happened, is that I have not embraced the eternal “me”.
What I mean by that is the acknowledgement of every act of kindness and love that I show to an individual not only widens my world and quickens my heart, but changes the recipient in a fundamental way. Love shared is building eternity-not only spiritually, but in the world as it is. Right now.
Every time we release our love to people, we plant a seed. We inspire. We heal.
It’s like that magnificent tree that gives the best shade, shelters the nest, and produces the sweetest fruit.
But the seed of that tree was planted a generation ago.
And don’t you think the gardener knew that he would not benefit from its fruit? He planted it for the next generation.
Even if that tree is cut down, it produces heat or shelter. Its usefulness does not end at it’s death.
At this time of year, when many of us are wondering what we have done and what we will do, let’s not forget that we are all able to give of ourselves every day.
Even the smallest act of love builds eternity.
I may not be the person I thought I would be at this age. But perhaps that is a good thing. It reminds me that I did not plant myself, but the Gardener knew where He wanted me to grow.
He knows where He wants you to grow, too. And where you are in this moment is where your fruit will benefit generations.
Embrace the eternal you.