The fire was intense, but locust wood burns like that – hot — I thought as I looked at the flickering flames and sparks flying off in the wood stove.
But it would still need an oak log to make it thorough this cold winter damp night.
So I rose up from my crouch, exited the pine boarded door and stepped out onto a snow dusted ground to gather a couple logs from under the wood pile cover and hurriedly went back to the cabin to escape a wind now beginning to howl — threw the log in quickly, closed the stove door and turned the draft screws in slightly for a slow burn overnight.
Everyone was gone. The kids were grown and gone. No laughter, no one to have to fix breakfast for, and a half-moon became visible through the log cracks.
This was my thought in the middle of winter of 1994 yet I’d be blessed with a little food, money, and some humble native friends with family young and old who loved the Lord. It doesn’t take much to be happy.
But consider the brevity of life. The Book of James says it is as a vapor that appears for a little while, then vanishes (James 4: 14). The years pass quickly.
Fortunately God has provided the Bible for a guide to life.
Psalms 71 is a prayer for old age, For thou art my hope, O Lord, God, thou art my trust from my youth (Psalms 71: 5).
If you don’t know God’s peace, consider reading some scripture or visiting a local church.
Your happiness is only a prayer in Christ.