Nothing can separate us from God’s love.
I cut back the salvias and took out the last of the annuals from the flower garden in preparation for the coming winter. I’d miss their beautiful blooms, but it was time. The afternoon sun was warm, but losing its powerful summer punch. I worked quietly, listening to the drone of the bees still in search of pollen.
“They brought you a lot of joy, didn’t they?” God said.
“Yes,” I replied as I tugged on a stubborn root.
“It’s good to appreciate things when they are here, for everything has to come to an end.”
“I wish that they didn’t though,” I said honestly. “Impermanence is challenging.”
“That’s because you can’t see the big picture, ” God answered. “You can’t see the true workings of my creation. But you can trust that everything is in perfect order because everything returns home to me, Sparrow.”
“So I don’t have to feel guilty for taking out these spent annuals?” I asked.
“No. “They are in my care.”
“I’m glad I don’t have to be sad that their days are done,” I said.
God knelt down next to me and took my dirt-covered hand in His. “You don’t have to be sad at all,” He said and gazed deeply into my eyes. “You just have to love llife—death—the mystery of it all—and me.” He squeezed my hand then let it go so that I could carry on clearing out the faded glory of summer.