“The cumulative effect of days upon years that we do not really understand is a subtle erosion. We come to doubt our place, we come to question God’s intentions toward us, and we lose track of the most important things in life.”
Waking the Dead, by John Eldredge. www.ransomedheart.com
along the banks of the Winnebago River, fishing with my son, Jon, and long time friend, Shaffe, I snapped a picture of this tree. this tree that is only a remnant of what it used to be. the top of the trunk broken off. the surface roots dry and exposed. relic of a past life.
am noticing that i notice metaphors of erosion. maybe its because i grew up a farm boy. or i could blame it on being a counselor, i suppose. a lot of people who are experiencing one kind of erosion or another come and sit on my couch and try to make sense of such loss. such depletion. speaking of difficulty in understanding what has happened to what once felt like a pulse. a purpose. life. vital existence. but it is more than simply what i see from across the room. i have seen these things in the mirror as well. honestly, i have.
close to this relic of a life once lived is another picture. of water. of movement. of growth. of beauty. two extremes nearly side by side. there are days when i feel like the relic. a relic longing to break out of its dry and brittle confines and reach for the water. for the movement. for green and growth. unlike the remnants of this tree, we have another shot at this thing called abundant life. “morning by morning new mercies i see.”