Maybe it took the ugly things--the ashes, the scraps, the dirt--to grow the beautiful things.
Now was different than every day of my past. And I hoped my future could be just as sweet.
Xavier would compare the land to his God, I knew, and His faithfulness and steadfast love. He would say how no matter what, God was always there. God had no mountains and valleys or storms and quakes. He could not erode or wash away. Eventually land would do that, I knew. But while I roamed the earth for my short life, I could rely on land to remain as it was. I could rely on God for all eternity. He never changed. He was the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. And His faith never faltered, His trust never faded, and His love never failed. But what I was unsure of was whether I believed in such amazing love and faith. If I believed that Someone so great could actually forgive someone so wretched. Xavier would tell me He would, if only I let Him. Yet how I would reply to that, I knew not either.
The Lord's will would be done. All I had to do was follow His voice.
Who am I, who are we, to questions the works of our Lord? For we are but mere mortals, created by Him and for Him. What life we call ours does not belong to us. And it is grace that we be taken from this dark earth.
