~by Brenda Weaver
“Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering;
(for he is faithful that promised;) Hebrews 10:23
This evening on my way home from work I pass the same pond. No heron cheers me as it did yesterday. On a sudden whim I park my car and walk to the pond. I climb the narrow stairs to the top floor of the platform. I feel a bit foolish when a few cars pass, for this time it is me and not the heron that rests on the high dive. Still my view and the simple pleasure of being here keep me seated. Today the breeze scuttles across the water, making ripples with ever-changing patterns. From my vantage point the pond becomes a kaleidoscope, occasionally pierced by a jumping fish or a darting swallow.
The winds of change have scuttled across my years. Can it really be thirty plus years since my boyfriend and I skated on this very pond? And when we were newly married his family sometimes gathered at these quiet waters to picnic and fish. Then our children came to swim here with their cousins. On dry years hard work robbed this pond of water to irrigate the crops; on cold mornings its water helped save our strawberries from killing frost. Then only two years ago extended family set up tents here for a night of camping. After griddling eggs and pancakes over the fire everyone helped cultivate and hoe our strawberries. Weaker from cancer treatments and returning pain, my husband was grateful for their help. That campout / work day was a highlight of hope in that worrisome summer.
But I don’t dwell on those memories today as I ponder from my perch. I simply absorb the beauty of the day, allowing God to fill my senses with His goodness.
Change is inevitable, as surely as breezes ripple pond waters. Still I naturally resist it. Do I resist change because I don’t trust God? Somehow, sitting at this pond on this day reminds me that God is faithful in every change.
People change. Circumstances change. As sure as seasons change, seasons of life change. Communities change. Friendships change. Our health changes. Our parents change. Our children change. Even this pond changes. And from my seat on the top platform, I see the diving board is now broken and splintered.
Wind-driven waters scurry toward the old poles of the diving platform, lapping against their sides. Winds of change drive me to the sure anchor of my unchangeable God. I meditate on a verse of the hymn, “Abide with Me (Fast Falls the Eventide”).
“Swift to the close ebbs out life’s little day
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou that changest not, abide with me.”