IT WAS A SIMPLE THING: A man pulling a little red wagon past my window, with his young son riding along contentedly. The father had carefully bundled his boy in a jacket for the cooler weather, but the sun beamed as brightly as their smiles. The scene reminded me of how much we are cherished and cared for by our divine Father-Mother, and of how wonderful it is to see life through the eyes of a little child. However simple the scene, it carried a much larger message for me that day.
My husband had just passed on unexpectedly. Friends, family, and neighborly love poured into my home, filling my heart with comfort. Our marriage had been an adventure full of joyous experiences, and I was grateful for the many years of spiritual growth we shared together. In our business, our travels, and relationships with others, we experienced countless blessings and healings through prayer. I'd always trusted in God's provision for us and knew, even now, His gently grace was sustaining me. But I was unsure about how to continue on my life's journey without my husband's tender love, his strength, and the endearing companionship we'd shared.
I watched as the father gingerly pulled wagon and son past my window, disappearing out of sight. Then a beautifully clear idea dawned in my thought: What I had observed at my window was only a fraction of their journey. Their walk had begun before they entered my view and continued up the street after they left my sight. This helped me see that the invaluable years of spiritual inspiration I experienced with my husband were but a portion of the good that was now continuing in new and individual ways for us both. I immediately felt embraced by the warmth of divine Life and Love and genuinely understood that each of us, on our walk through life, is forever at one with God.
