Inspired by Galatians 2:20-21: “I have been crucified with Christ, and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me. So the life I now live in the body, I live because of the faithfulness of the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. I do not set aside God’s grace, because if righteousness could come through the law, then Christ died for nothing!” [New English Translation]
In a distant location; unbeknownst to mankind, a little girl lives out her days in an estranged meadow. She spends most of this time frolicking in the Sunshine, a pleasure she cherishes more than anything. However, some days are Rainy. She knows that one day the Storm will come, and that this Rain helps her to better prepare for that day. But no matter how much it rains, the great extent of her dread for the Storm does not change. She loves her Meadow more than anything, in part because it is the only thing that she has, that she claim as her own. Unfortunately, this happiness that she finds is short lived, her Sunshine cannot and will not last forever.
The day she has dreaded has finally arrived. One morning as she awakens, she is startled by a sudden interruption of the silence she has grown accustomed to. She has never heard anything that could interrupt with such authority. When night falls, the thundering has still not left her. She cries herself to sleep, hoping that the silence will return the next day.
To her dismay, it does not. Every day after that day, each new day brings a new obstacle, and none of the obstacles ever leave her Meadow. After the thundering, there are intermittent tremors. Another day, there is an unusual amount of clouds in the sky. Throughout the day, the clouds grow closer and closer to one another. At one point, the clouds are so close to each other that it seems as if they have become one cloud. The clouds have become like a wall separating the little girl from the sky, taking away her Sunshine. Despite her being upset by this, what frightens her the most is how this cloud’s pigment keeps darkening as the hours pass. It is as if Evil, himself, has tainted the cloud with his own fingerprints.
At nightfall, when she doesn’t think the cloud can get any darker, the cloud begins descending towards the earth, in the shape of a spiral. As it nears the earth, she notices the significant growth in size of the spiral. Once it hits the ground it begins to spin at an accelerating rate, in pursuit of her. She has never encountered anything that could wield such great power. She hides, choosing to emulate a frightened turtle. Crying and screaming, she holds onto the only thing she has left, Hope. Hope that her Sunshine will return to her someday.
That night, she barely escapes Death’s Grasp. After that night, peace visits her briefly and she spends one last moment with her Sunshine.
After that moment, everything falls apart. As she is lying down in the grass, she hears a faint crackling sound. It is strange, as everything in the meadow appears no differently than she knows it to be. As a bit more time passes, she can see a dark light appearing in the horizon surrounding the Meadow from every direction. This unwelcome fiend only grows closer and closer, and as it does, she notices that it appears to be reddish brown in color. Everything it touches, it burns. After that day, her Meadow would be nothing but black dust. And soon she will be too.
However, when the flames are about to consume her, a violent wind wraps around her, and whisks her far away.
Question to Ponder: What is the “Meadow” in your life? Where do you feel safe?