Friday, July 14, 2006

Time moves on

Time does strange things. I return to the village where my family moved when I was 11 years old, exactly halfway between Liverpool and Preston and see that some things are unchanged since my childhood. Other features are altered beyond recognition, yet the one thing that hasn't been affected is the warmth and friendliness of the locals.

Life moves on. Nothing really stays the same. Every day brings its own lessons for the learning, its own richness to encounter. A tree might now stand stark and leafless, but rather than regret its passing, isn't it more positive to thank God for the many years when it gave its strength, beuty, shade and freshness to its surroundings? Isn't there still a beauty in its branches as they reach up, leafless, to the sky?

Thank God for all that is past and for all that is present!

God bless,
Sr. Janet