Hold it, but hold it gently, she whispers.
And she presses it softly into my palm.
Don't cover it with your hands.
It might be taken away.
Just look and admire.
Bask in its' beauty.
Then look away.
Things can't last forever.
And so much has been taken.
It is the time of year when bright red leaves crunch under my shoes. The flash of red before death.
I dwell on what is lost, what is missing, and what never was.
But what is here? A vibrant flash of color to last us through the long, white and gray winter. The softness and quiet of snow. And the promise that winter will not last forever.
So much is taken. But what if these taken things were never mine.
So much is lost. But God has something better to give later.
So much will never be. But someday in Heaven, we will have Jesus and everything that never was will be unimportant and forgotten in His presence.
So hold it, but hold it gently, I whisper.
And I press it softly into your palm.
Don't cover it with your hands.
It might be taken away.
But our God is kind.
He takes away for our good.
He takes away so we will focus on Him alone.
Things on this earth can't last forever.
But He has given us, believer, an eternal hope through His Son.
