Not feeling well at all last night I awakened at 2:00. Dangling my legs over the side of the bed, I saw Kelsie fast asleep bathed in a golden glow. Her fur almost luminiscent in the moonlight from the large picture window above her bed. She had fallen asleep with her head resting on the window sill pointing toward the moon.
The window was cracked a bit and the grape-like fragrance of the Mountain Laurel wafted in, and with it came a sensation of one of those moments when, despite bronchitis and a sinus infection and more, perhaps all is as it should be .
I recalled romantic moonlit nights and promises, made and not kept, of futures planned and broken dreams and hearts. And I thought of our military thousands of miles away under the same moon, fighting for their lives - for our lives.
I thought of people dying, being born, laughing, crying, evaporating and struggling under this same moon. I felt very small. As we grow older, the plots and journeys of our lives become more complex, our lives, just as our faith, are often defined by the journeys and mountains we must climb. And when we do reach the summit and come to the end of a frightful journey this is where we catch a glimpse of grace and gratitude and perhaps even great love. And when we reach this summit it is no wonder we want to stay.
Perhaps the moonlight shining in my window will be the answer to my prayer.
It's a web made to catch a dream