Mist

We drove over the top of The Blues and looked down
into Pendleton OR, only there was no town, just white
as far as we could see. Then we went into the mist
where we remained until we arrived at our destination
of Dayton WA some hours later. The temperature
dropped 23 degrees in ten minutes and the vapor clung
to every branch and blade of grass. The mist cleared
up as the snow fell that evening. We were so glad we
decided to make the trip a day early!

So, here we are in Dayton WA visiting Glen's brother
for Thanksgiving even as we celebrate his mother's
92nd birthday. The big day was yesterday and was
celebrated by snow, a difficult  puzzle, an invitation to
a lovely dinner from friends in town. Venison was on
the menu along with all the trimmings. The house itself
was 102 years old and such a pleasure with the high
ceilings and wooden beams. When it was time to leave
Ruth's leg cramped and she went down. Unhurt but
shaken.

This morning I read the following in James:

'...you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is
your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little
time and then vanishes.'

Oh, reader, we do not know how long we have! At 92
Mom seems to be healthy in every way. But her lifetime
and ours is but a mist--here for a time then gone.

 'O, Lord, teach me to number my days that I may get
a heart of wisdom.' I am so grateful for this day this
moment. Bare trees laced with snow against a blue sky,
men in the lobby enjoying coffee and laughter, family
and friends, a turkey dinner tomorrow. Give me eyes to
see what is solid, eternal,  knowing that my life is but
a mist.