“What are human beings that God should give us a second look? We are insignificant balls of dust being blown around like tumbleweeds in a desert until we encounter the Spring of Living Water and become clay in the Potter’s hand. Then we are shaped into vessels to be of use to God.”

The only flaw in the perfect weekend was the death of one of my Siamese. SugarPlum somehow contacted a bug that destroyed her red blood cells and immune system. She couldn’t fight it.

I am reminded of one of my books that needs a lot of work yet. Here is a short excerpt. The wolf, Mozart, was killed in saving the life of Rachel.

“Aunt Rachel, does God allow wolves in heaven?”

Rachel answered, “Jimmy, I really don’t know. But God created him and used him to help us, so I’m sure there is a special place for him, if not in our heaven, then in a special heaven for faithful animals.”

“Thank you, Aunt Rachel. I was afraid God would forget all about him after he died.”

“God never forgets any of his creation, Jimmy, good or bad. He rejoices when we do right, but he grieves when we do wrong.”

What ever kind of heaven God has for faithful animals, SugarPlum is there.

With each tick of a clock we are suddenly thrust from one time to another — from one day to another — one month or one year to another. The past fades quickly into pools of memories and the future stands before us like an unread book. I think wisdom is seeing the past for what it was and the future for what it can become and living the present as a melding of the two, no matter how imperfectly. When I think I am most wise, I am fool of fools. When I am foolish? Only God knows.

© Mary Lu Warstler, 2007