by the lake journal entry

15 July 2011

This world is a cage. Not only containing those who are Christians (true believers, Jesus-freaks, etc.) from eternal living among the dead prophets and disciples of the Savior's time on earth, but the nature surrounding our humanity. As man cries for pain to end, the seas crash, and the wind torments the trees and creature within and around them, forcing some to bow. If there are such characters of life as the waters and trees where my God (the God) dwells among the forgiven and saved... what an image they must be. For I am now lost in gratitude in this enjoyment of such beauty of creation----where presently, evil seems absent. At the moment, this thought that evil being departed and separate from where I sit has allowed an attempt to measure God's brilliance. But that is a silly venture for anyone to attempt to understand, and this understanding of this incapability further allows me to recognize the Lord's glory and majesty. Yet now (as moments and time has continued), I feel discomfort, as the chill of winds whip through. Such a simple action that occurs often in everyone's life----if not chilly winds, the earnest heat that our skin so fluently absorbs from the sun, or the abundance of rain and snow that buries and drowns both the animate and the inanimate beings. This is not where I belong ~ nor do many others----at least not for forever. But we are here. And with this current setting that I survive with much assistance from my Father, in situations in which I decline and fail, I recognize my captivity and need for this Savior of mine.