Today while working in the garden five or six groups of geese in V formation flew over head, honking. Two of them, lacking air controllers, flew into the same air space, appeared to collide in a disorganized fashion and eventually merged into one group. It’s that time of year, and migrations can look elegant, or at times disordered. But, when it is time, the geese having prepared themselves just get up and go.
This past week one of our family members, who had a repeat battle with cancer, also prepared himself and left us. He wanted his visitation and funeral to be kept upbeat. Having put his trust in Jesus Christ to make his life right with God and having cultivated that relationship with Him in his life, he was ready to go home.
So, I have not posted much this week, with other events going on and reflecting again on life. The “homestead” keeps rolling along, but I am again reminded that it is ultimately a very temporary place, like our tents of flesh and bone:
“For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. 2 Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, 3 because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. 4 For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.” II Corinthians 5
I was not able to get a picture of the geese, but I did get some pictures of the Jerusalem Artichokes that finally bloomed this past week. The tote for its invasive roots is exposed now that the straw was removed and the potatoes dug up. And like the geese, when I go, I’d like to go out noisy with hope of what’s ahead.