Shadows

The picture is of an empty dusty road in late summer. Green leaves not moving at all, frame the downward slant of brown ribbon with only shadows of those looking on from behind the picture taker. It brings to mind life. Life with all of its past and all of its promised future.

Shadows of the people and events of our past can be specters like Casper the friendly ghost. Specters that remind us of good times and good memories, that we may smile at with fond remembrance or with a sigh and the thought of, 'where have the years/days gone? Or they may be the haunting specters that bring sorrow, shame, or remorse. Specters that are just as well forgotten. Or the sigh of 'what might have been'.

Life for young people is usually full of a promise of the future. Things may be great as they are--and the picture looks to be as rosy as the present. If they aren't in the best circumstance...well, there's always tomorrow, Scarlet, when surely things will be better.

What happens when people get to the middle...or end of life? Their future promise is limited, perhaps, but may it not be by their own short sightedness.
Busy hands and a busy life (not a busybody, by the way) are a recipe for a happy outlook on life. If a person sits and thinks on miserable things, they will be just that miserable.

Pictures of life filled with what? What do you fill your life with?

If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.
(1 Corinthians 15:19)

What a Saviour!