Well, the last day of hunting season is over, and it’s the first day of December! Did you get the deer of your dreams? We have a small herd of nearly a dozen deer that run our woods, but although Abby dreamed of catching one, they all got away! (Note the white tail to the left of the telephone pole.)We also have a flock of about 13 wild turkeys that enjoy pecking at our driveway and tempting Abby into chase…although I noticed that they managed to stay clear of our front door on Thanksgiving Day! 🙂
The first and the last. My last-born, Joel, and I have had a standing game since he was big enough to toddle outside by himself: Who can be first to find the first crocus in spring? And then we share the delight with each other!I was the last born in my family, and I played a similar game with my father, but it was more about gathering in the last roses during the first snowstorm of winter up in Sault Ste. Marie, where the first snow often hit in October! This is the last rose to bloom in our garden this fall. Joel is at Western today, looking at their graduate school, and my father is now with the Lord, so I couldn’t share my delight with either of them, but I thought you might enjoy sharing the beauty of this last rose with me.
Aren’t you glad for friends to share life’s journey…both the firsts and the lasts? I am so thankful that for every wistful “last” in life, there is the promise of a new first yet to come!
“Fear not; I [Jesus] am the first and the last…which was dead, and is alive. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.”
(Revelation 1:17, 2:8, and 22:13)