Amazing things are happening every day, and patience is crucial to running the race we have set before us. The kingdom awaits us and yet humility is the key to entering into God’s favor. Staying ready without stepping over the lines of righteousness is the only way to continue. Day by day a grand hope within every heart is being fulfilled. The people walking and driving to and fro upon the earth might be within seconds of rising up to eternal life. It’s too much to think about. Four seconds or forty years.
Deliberateness and steady pacing, endure hardship and hope for dreams to come true. Hope without hoping, dream without dreaming. Let the light shine gently from within. At once I feel as if on the verge of every good thing and yet far away from the gates on the other side of the universe. The key is to not try to make anything happen, to not try to realize the source of one’s happiness. I should fly as a means of distraction.
Over the sea and its quintillians of gallons of water, over the land and its trillions of trees. I stop above the clouds and breathe. Thank you for the space in which to fly free. Thank you for the light shining down to warm us. Thank you for life now and forevermore.
I should keep my feet on the ground. Look for life on the surface. Possibly draw closer to family, friends. Maybe the people from my past can be people in my future.
After visiting my mother, walking her dog and fixing her television, I’ve come to the conclusion that I was given the gift of flight to remind me that the light within is our truth and the world is passing away. I love my mom. That is what I wanted to express by visiting her. We hugged and she seemed glad to see me. When I was young she would always say kind things to me and make me feel at home. Now that I’m grown she still cares about me in a similar way, the way mothers do, trying to give me things and make sure I’m doing alright. She was a great mother to my siblings and me when we were growing up. She makes me wonder what life will be like on the other side.
Possibly it will be like when I was young and we would have a snow day. No school, just fun, adventure and relaxation all day long. No worries. No tests. Only sledding, snowball fights, and hot chocolate. Winter is a perfect time for Christmas. Everything outside cold and quiet. Inside warm, cozy, and full of hope. The merry anticipation of presents and making new good memories. Christmas is a little more than six weeks away now, and of course all the decorations and seasonal merchandise are out on shelves. It’s too early to feel like Christmas but there is nothing to be done about it. The holidays are everywhere. The birth of the Savior. What better reason is there to celebrate every year?
One downside of the season is the cold. After mid-November it’s a task to stay outside for very long. I can’t feel it when I’m flying but when I’m standing I’d prefer to be inside. Hopefully my powers will increase to make me impervious to heat and cold at all times. I miss Christmas’s when I was young, but there’s no sense in being overly nostalgic. This time is a passage from one place to another, one existence to the next. The scriptures say to stay ready and wait patiently for the Lord’s return, so I need to take it slow. This can be a time of change and of waiting.
There was a time when I would look up at the sky and be filled with the hope of possibilities. Now I look up and see what feels like a rooftop over the world. While I’m flying through it I wish the sky extended higher and higher into space. How difficult it is to be satisfied. Perhaps I should cease flying altogether and get reacquainted with life solely on the ground. Can’t hurt to take a break from my time above the sea and above the clouds.
There are so many people in the world whom God will give wings to should they be chosen. So many smiling families made immeasurably happier by another miraculous gift from their Creator. They will know the joy that I have only glimpsed thus far, and they’ll receive so many other wonderful gifts from above. I will stay grounded for a time in anticipation of the Great Day when all will be revealed. I need not fly anymore for a while, only pray and prepare for what is to come, the Final Judgment and the power and glory of God. Everything seems to be stretching and expanding, like time and space when in the proximity of a black hole. So much matter packed so densely that it reshapes the very fabric of space and time. This may be life reshaping itself in preparation for the holy fulfillment of God uniting once and for all time with his creation. Physical and temporal dimensions yielding to the spiritual power of life. What will the new matter look and sound and feel like? What will we look like? Everlasting life shining on and on. One more day lived through, one more box on the calendar, one more handful of experiences, one more micro-life lived before sleep.
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