Memories of a Centenarian
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: because You are with me…” Psalm 23: 4
I opened the front gate, and began my stroll down a narrow trail which meandered through majestic pines and deciduous trees in the forest. I noted nature was beginning to clothe herself. Former bare branches were now decked with vibrant green foliage. In the distance, I saw a gnarled old dogwood tree adorned with pretty white blossoms, which added to my enjoyment.
Stepping briskly over a trickling stream, I enjoyed the alluring fragrance of wild pink honeysuckle and redolent scent of yellow jasmine. I observed a tiny ruby throated humming bird which fluttered above a blossom enjoying its delicious nectar.
I quickened my pace to ascend a little knoll, but stopped to enjoy clumps of vibrant purple violets and pale blue daisies, and remembered as a child I had picked bouquets of these flowers for my mother.
Prayer: Heavenly Father, please accept our thanks for allowing us, Your unworthy children, to live in such a beautiful world. Forgive us for not taking better care of it, we pray in Jesus’ name. Amen.