Dogwood

I followed the ribbon of asphalt as it twisted and turned over hill and dale through the East Texas woods crossing the aptly named creeks like Dry Creek, Clear Creek and Big Cow Creek until I came to the Sabine. Amongst the piney evergreens the flowering dogwood displayed it’s violet, yellow and white blooms....the beauty of which assured me that there is a God and this is one way he shows us his handy work.  As I crossed over the Sabine River into the land of my birth...the land my cousin loved and lived in and now the land in which he would be put to rest I pondered the thought of his passing. 

It concerns me that I am now attending the funerals those in my generation...wondering when the next shoe would drop.  He was three years my junior...the second of the first cousins to go.

Funerals always bring up haunting thoughts of the Hereafter and the unanswered questions about where we will spend our eternity... more importantly where I will spend my eternity?  I can’t help but wonder if I will measure up to God’s expectations.

I must console myself with the faith I’ve come to rely on.  Faith in the promises God make to us.  The promises I find on each and every page of the Bible.