Wind has always been my least favorite element. It takes my breath sometimes, it pelts rain against my face, and it blows dust across my path. I can handle rain or snow, but coupled with wind it seems unbearable to me.
On my run this evening I once again encountered the wind as I ran up the hill out of town. I must admit at first I was quite put out by the wind because it made going uphill even more difficult. However, as I passed the cemetery I had a change of thought. I run past the cemetery a lot, I walk up to it often, and occasionally I sit and think in it. There is something alluring and compelling that draws me to it. Some people find cemeteries creepy (I'm sure there are some pretty scary ones), but not me. To me a cemetery is a reminder essential to my life. In a cemetery lie the bones of people who have lived--good, bad, successful, rich, poor, lonely, all types of people. Now, they all hold one thing in common, death. A cemetery reminds me life is but a midst that appears for a little while and then vanishes. We are not invisible. We have no control on whether we wake up tomorrow. A cemetery makes me imagine the different lives of those who occupy it. It makes me think about what I'm doing in my life. Life is short. I am guilty of taking days, blessings, people, all for granted. A cemetery is a reminder essential to my life, it reminds me I AM ALIVE.
I'm thankful for the wind . . . for the shortness of breath, for the pain in my side, for the wind against my body . . . because it reminds me I am alive. The Lord has not called me home, so He must still have me on this earth for a reason. I am alive--I can think, feel, move, see, touch. I am thankful to be alive, no matter what life brings.
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