A couple days ago our porch thermometer was bumping 98 degrees and I took this picture while wading and swimming in a nearby river. It felt like summer was here.
Today we awoke to high winds and 39 degrees. And a broken table. No, even though Smokey the dog looks guilty, he didn't do it. It was presumably the wind. Now, late in the day our thermometer reads 58 degrees. Whew, a heat wave. If there is one constant in life it is that things don't stay the same.
Now I know that the weather and my cold don't compare, but while I sit sniffling, I listen to the radio. The truly tragic stories coming out of China and Myanmar really really bring home the reality that the material things in life are like shifting sand; here today and maybe gone tomorrow. But the immaterial things, like faith, hope and love live on. It makes me want to grab hold of the REAL in life and let go of the other stuff.
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope my vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth.