I saw a man brought back to life. He was completely
unconscious and had stopped breathing. His flannel was torn and the buttons
were ripped apart and scattered across the earth. As he lay on his back, his breath began to
rise slowly from his warm body to form steam in the midst of the frigid night
air. This is how I feel, he said, when he rose; I have true vision now, and I
understand my life better. I was lost for a time and had no grasp of existence.
I was crossing the thorn-coated pathways of life with a blindfold and a
machete. There was no orienteering, because there was no map. The dark would
come and I would swing, I would miss, and I would continue going. I went far enough to stare defeat in the face
and defeat finally grappled me to the ground and nearly killed me. That’s when
some innocent passer-byes decided to save me.
Things like that happen in our existence. The under-toe of
life can sometimes suck you into a dangerous tide and leave you clinging for
your very next breath. It happens to the best of people. But, there are people that are put into place to grab
you at just the right time to save you. So, never underestimate the people that
God puts in your life, because they are all there for a reason. Are they perhaps
angels or messengers in human form? Not
really sure, I just know that they are supposed to be there.
One of the greatest joys in life is realizing that many
people have rescued you on your path. Having the wisdom and the introspection
to be able to reflect back on how it all happened is an even greater joy. Tonight,
as I sit amidst the peaceful Appalachian Mountains while the crickets chirp, I
realize that they too are rescuing me. As I approach one of the most exciting
times in my life this Fall, I am glad that God has given me this sense of peace.
Thank you to those who have rescued me along the way.
