Thoughts on Reflections

Despite the cold I really miss walking into the waters and having a glimpse of the reflections in them. It reminds me of how much reflections are incomprehensibly detailed yet fade so quickly with every ripple that comes their way. As long as the object (in this case- me) stays constant, the reflection, no matter how many ripples and waves come at it, it will always return to the object's true form. And even so, despite how detailed they may be, it would never be the actual object in set scenario, it will always stay a reflection. I have to wonder though. If the reflection knew of its fragility would it cling unto the object even more? If it had a conscience choice to stay so consistently detailed, would it be so wise to do so?

"As in water face reflects face, so the heart of man reflects the man."

Proverbs 27:19

Childish vs. Child-like

 Two cups of caffeine and two chapters into Timothy Keller's 'The Meaning of Marriage' and I've come to the realization of just how selfish I am as a human being. Honestly, I don't understand the complexity of the human condition, but what I do understand is that selfishness derives from childishness. The difference between being childish and being child-like is vast. Being 'childish' comes with only the thoughts for the self, you know the thoughts; "how will this situation benefit for me?" Whereas being 'child-like' comes with the thoughts such as; this situation may benefit me but will anyone get hurt in the process? If you've seen children interact with wonder and excitement and genuine concern for others, you're going to notice that being child-like shows that they're not phased by the world around them (not yet anyway.) My heart yearns for those moments from my past, where I was childish, and change the reactions I had to being more child-like. Apologizing from the heart, loving people more, and being more forgiving.. and yet at the same time I'm so grateful to have this realization now than later because I get to look back on all the flawed parts of me and see how much of a contrast difference God has allowed in my life to better treat those around me. Despite how crippling the pain is and how agonizing these memories are, I can only say that I am grateful.. praying, hoping that one day in the future I'll be able to be a better friend to those whom I will meet in the future and those I have yet to make amends with.

When I was a child, 

I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. 

When I became a man, I gave up my childish ways.

1 Corinthians 13:11

From Dust To Dust

Flowers as beautiful as they are will fade & at some point in our lives

 we must acknowledge our finite state in the timeline of infinity.

 We are made from dust only to return to dust. 

My heart has blossomed into one that has a greater appreciation for the unexplainably intricate design of plant life on this tiny rock hanging on nothing. The design of something so beautiful as well as vital to the human race can honestly only be of great importance. And yet they fade so easily, or have such a grip on life that it's difficult to stop their growth. Either way one thing is certain and that is that there is an end to their life as plants. They bloom and wither and dance in the wind but only for so long. I'm sure they don't even give two thoughts about it. Yet I can't help but see a similar pattern with people on this floating rock in space. What is it that people seem to be living for if at the end of it, it turns into oblivion?