Then I considered all that...hands had done
and the toil...spent in doing it,
all was vanity and a chasing after wind,
and there was nothing to be gained under the sun.
~ Eccl. 2:11 ~
and the toil...spent in doing it,
all was vanity and a chasing after wind,
and there was nothing to be gained under the sun.
~ Eccl. 2:11 ~
Yesterday, in the wee hours of the morning, I dreamed that my husband and I were looking for an apartment complex, looking for a home where we belonged.
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| Photo by Matthew Wynne |
We began near many large, elegant looking buildings where sports cars gleamed and jewels were strewn about well-manicured lawns. Gardeners baked in the sun. Maids wilted on front porches. Striving, oppression and emptiness were there.
We drove to the darker side of town. Oil can fires burned bright. Dogs barked and fought. Distant sounds children wailing echoed off the barren walls. Striving, oppression and emptiness were there.
The road curved. Nearing a forested area with deer peacefully enjoying their bits of grass, we came to a stop by a little apartment housing made of dark, well-weathered cherry-wood. The keys were drawn from the ignition and our feet reached for the bark chips on the ground. Hand reached for hand. There we stood, taking in the serenity around us. We breathed in deeply and walked towards the buildings for a closer look.
