when the end of the road is in sight

when the end of the road is just ahead but the brook still bubbles and the trees still dance in the wind and the clouds still drift away to the south will we sit a moment with Jesus and thank him for the sweet smelling flowers and the walk we've had with him so far or will we keep pushing on until search and rescue shows up? there are times for each answer, i suppose, but ecclesiastes was always a bit tongue in cheek anyway, wasn't it?

eliminate all the sinful options, my pastor told me, then all the foolish options under consideration, then do whatever you want to do most. he was talking about making good decisions as a believer and i think he's right. sometimes there is a specific word from God and other times there's only the wisdom of living a godly life as shown by good and bad examples and the direct commands from God and the folks who've come before us and taken the time to talk about their adventures...wouldn't now be a good time to sit down and thank Jesus for the walk, to tell him he's just as beautiful as the day we met, and maybe to brush his hair out while he talks about the sunset for a few minutes...

imagine the Lord of the universe, while you brush his hair, talking about his consideration for the purple skies as a rarity in this part of the world instead a daily event so the idea of a "royal purple" didn't pass into the mundane...he is, after all, very thoughtful

is it dead, yet?

keep poking it, maybe it'll twitch again, that was so cool
keep poking it and peeling away the scab, maybe it will heal faster that way
keep poking it, maybe it'll get mad and sting us a few times
keep poking it, maybe it'll stop sleeping and chase us
keep poking it, maybe you'll learn something from the way the corpse moves
keep poking it, see if it's dead yet
keep poking it, i don't want to go home, my dad's drinking today
keep poking it, i need something else to do so i won't cry
keep poking it but whatever you do don't touch it skin to skin, that's too yucky