Abundance.
Trees in spring. Blooms appearing overnight.
Colors. Soft and brilliant.
Then, breezes sweep through. And blossoms fill the air.
Abundance scattered. Beauty all around.

Abundance.
Trees in spring. Blooms appearing overnight.
Colors. Soft and brilliant.
Then, breezes sweep through. And blossoms fill the air.
Abundance scattered. Beauty all around.

What do I pursue?
Solomon, a king known for so much wisdom, left it on the shelf. And chased after worldly things. Marrying into idolatry. Multiple times.
Ecclesiastes starts off and continues in a prominent theme that reflects the king’s view after these pursuits. All is meaningless.
Every part of life takes on the flavor of futility. Restless forays into fruitless searches for meaning.
And the writer declares everything “futility and striving after wind.” Over and over.

Untracked land. Most vivid on days marked by change. Upheaval.
When planned schedules sit. Unattended. Calendars, set aside.
And we enter unknown spaces.
On such a day, I remember the quote. Handwritten on a scrap of paper years ago. Placed on my desk.
Amy Carmichael’s words.
