Looking out over the view before me fills me with more than I had ever thought possible. Something so awe-inspiring and breath-taking and yet so very ominous staring back at me in the night. I had never thought that I would ever see such a sight and upon being presented with it I am filled with melancholy. What will such a thing be spoken of in years to come? How will this night be remembered?
What will life be like once such a sight comes to us once more?
It has been almost 10 years since I saw such a sight in the night sky as a full blood-red moon gazing back at me and I have seen the world change and grow and yet backslide all at the same time. History is forever moving forward and yet backward at the same time. Wars and bombs and killings and people lost who are now found. Burglaries and hostage situations and people in power caring more about what they want and their own images than the people below them.
History repeats itself because no one ever seems to learn from the mistakes of the past. We seem to feel like we who have come next are far ore wiser than those of the past because we ‘know more’ or ‘have better technology’ or a hundred other different excuses to simply start everything all over again.
Natural history, the history of everything else that isn’t human, repeats itself because they are set in a pattern that only changes because of the interaction of humanity within it.
Looking up at the blood-red moon I wonder what will happen int he next ten years before I see another.
Baby’s are more than just little fighters and little children that we can hold in our arms and pretend that we can protect them from all the evil in the world. They are our world and it is possible for them to grow up and even start a world of their own.
My baby sister was born in distress. The umbilical cord was wrapped twice around her neck when she was born and the placenta had ruptured before that. If she had been born only a few years earlier, both she and my mother would have died. They would have left one child still unborn (my youngest sibling, my brother) and six other children with only one parent who didn’t really know what to do with five daughters and one son right smack dab in the middle. All were under the age of 10.
They lived and because they lived others have been able to enter into this world as well. My baby sister is getting married in one month to a young man who is perfect for her and she for him. This could have not happened if only she had been born several years earlier when medical science wouldn’t have been able to save her and my mother. She survived because she was born when and where the Lord wanted her born. not all children are thus blessed in this life, but I pray that your nephew may be as blessed as my sister and live a long life, maybe even create another world all together when he has children someday,
There is always hope. Medical science would not have come as far as it had if the people who are brave enough to try something knew did not have hope and faith. A little prayer never hurts either. Best of love to Baby Khole and his family.