pondering my life at the waterfall
Thursday, April 5, 2007
5 pm
I stopped in a hammock beside the waterfall. The view was different than usual. The trees, a stand of maples, dotted between the large ones with many saplings, all of which had no leaves.
Brown leaves covered the steeply rising hillside. I could see the huge rock outcropping above the hill.
I sat and pondered my life. Have I done any good in the world lately? I didn’t think so. I looked over what I'd done and not done with a few of my callings and with my boys and other children and with my own gospel attentiveness…it didn’t look too good.
The waterfall makes a sound as it trips over each rock. There are about 100 rocks…well, probably more like 300 in the small area I could see on the slope above me. 300 sounds the waterfall makes. As I sat and listened to it, trying to separate the different sounds, it was abundantly clear that I couldn't do it. I could separate a few of the loudest ones, but that’s all.
5 pm
I stopped in a hammock beside the waterfall. The view was different than usual. The trees, a stand of maples, dotted between the large ones with many saplings, all of which had no leaves.
Brown leaves covered the steeply rising hillside. I could see the huge rock outcropping above the hill.
I sat and pondered my life. Have I done any good in the world lately? I didn’t think so. I looked over what I'd done and not done with a few of my callings and with my boys and other children and with my own gospel attentiveness…it didn’t look too good.
The waterfall makes a sound as it trips over each rock. There are about 100 rocks…well, probably more like 300 in the small area I could see on the slope above me. 300 sounds the waterfall makes. As I sat and listened to it, trying to separate the different sounds, it was abundantly clear that I couldn't do it. I could separate a few of the loudest ones, but that’s all.