Purple cone flowers around my patio.

Purple cone flowers around my patio.

By Lisa Huddleston

After writing (and posting-gasp!) my woeful essay about horseshoe crabs, I have had a delightful afternoon. Although it is July in the South which should be miserably hot and sticky, we are experiencing a lovely, cool and dry front more appropriate in Michigan than Middle Tennessee. I made a delicious dinner, and Mom, Chuck and I enjoyed it al fresco. Yes, we finally were able to enjoy the patio. Simply said–I’ve had a beautiful day.

“What?” you asked. “After bringing us all down by opening Pandora’s Box about the meaning of life and the existence of God? Then you go out and have a lovely afternoon? What gives?”

Yeah. Sorry about that. It was the truth and exactly how I was feeling when I wrote it. But I am a very divided personality. Sometimes I lead with my head and at others times it’s my heart that directs my path. This morning was my head. Now it’s my heart. And my heart can’t ignore the blessings from the God that my head just can’t wrap itself around. Yes, two things always get me: the living Word and the glory of Creation. Both push me into belief with mighty, two-handed shoves. I just can’t resist either one.

The Word with it’s unaccountable continuity of truth cannot be “of man” alone. It is undoubtedly a supernatural work. And my heart sings along to its unceasing melody.

A pink sunset over Hudfarm.

A pink sunset over Hudfarm.

And Creation. Glorious(!) and also continuous in pointing to the One and Only Creator. Who can deny the defining fingerprint mashed upon every detail? Not even I. Even in my most cynical moments.

I wanted to let you all know the other side of my story before I slept (and you slept) tonight. Hopefully we will all rest better now. Heart and mind together. Peace out.

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