The afternoon breeze had the slightest chill as I sat in my lawn chair, hoping to get a photograph of a bird in a nearby nest.
Venturing out into the country, away from loud noises and constant distractions, it was nice just to think quietly and breathe in the fresh air.
After awhile, a woman came along, aware of the nest, high in the trees.
We talked briefly about birds and the weather…
Then, a man driving a truck with a horse trailer hitched on the back came driving up the dirt road.
Getting out, he explained that he was looking for a cemetery for a graveside service.
He was bringing the horse to the ceremony.
The woman I had just met was from the area and able to tell him where to go.
He told us the funeral was for a child—only three years old.
I didn’t ask why he was taking a horse there.
Was the horse the family’s animal?
Did the child love horses?
I hurt for the family, knowing their pain and grief surely must be great.
As the man left quickly, I simply said, “God bless you.”
There was nothing I could do to ease the sorrow of the moment.
Only God could meet that family in the deep places of their hearts with comfort, understanding and love.
As I left to go home, I photographed the road and the field beyond.
It was peaceful and quiet—serene.
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”