My dot-to-dot life
I jump from moment to moment, flying, arching through death-defying leaps. Often landing just short of my target and kicking furiously to hoist myself onto it. Onto the lily pad, floating in welcome.
Is life just a series of these landing pads? Mere dots? Seen from God’s vantage point, the distance between them diminishes. Closer and closer together they come until they are indistinguishable from a line.
A life line. Starting and ending by the Hand holding the pen. Shaping the letters of my name.
Posted on July 28, 2013, in Deeper Sensation, Life and tagged dot to dot, frogs, God, life, lily pad, perspective. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Absoluely beautiful! I have always been fascinated by lily pads and joke that they are my favorite “flower.” Your thoughts pulled together like this have my spirit nodding in agreement.
I have myself wondering which letter of Wendy God is on (speaking for myself, of course) or whether he has progressed to my middle, maiden or even my last name.