In a way, I see the gift of life as something that I have been given to handle carefully, especially when I or someone else begins to remove the comfort zone I like or the sense of security that gives me peace. Looking back on my childhood, my parents and family had provided all the comforts and security I needed. Growing older, I see that the real world often does not look out for me or for others. Life is something given to each of us to treasure and to live as fully as possible. We have been created for a purpose, but sometimes that purpose is compromised, delayed or interrupted by what we call the human condition. I need to learn patience with the art of fulfilling my God-given purpose in life. As an American, I am too used to instant feedback or problem solving. My life is too precious to have it all in one swoop of awareness. Instead, like the corn in the field, I am sheltered, cared for and brought to harvest at the best time.
If you think this meditation is a little "corny," I understand. :)
A blessed day, everyone!