Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall yet praise Him, the help of my countenance and my God.
Psalm 43:5
Last night, just after dusk, I sat on the back porch taking in the sounds of nature. There were a few crickets and some bird who didn’t know not to sing after sun down. It was all garden variety, until my eye caught a green blink…blink…blink. A firefly!
Hyper-focused, I tried to guess where the micro flash would come next. Over by the storage shed, near the silhouette of a tree, surely this little guy has company!
But there was only one. A single firefly blinked several times and then was gone.
A one firefly night.
And it happened so fast, I didn’t get the chance to share it with anyone. I ran inside, “Sweetheart, I just saw a firefly. ONE firefly! I think I’ll name him Frosty.”
“Frosty?!”, she said.
“Yes, after Robert Frost. You know, the poet who wrote, “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”
I then began to quote, unprompted of course, one of my favorite poems:
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost
A single lightning bug–arguably, the most beautiful but fragile of God’s creatures, lives in the words of a famous poet, but also in the heart’s cry of Psalm 43.
Nothing Gold Can Stay.
The scripture, the poem, and the firefly: each say life is GUARANTEED to change. It’s beyond our total control; all one can do is prepare for the inevitable.
Depressing? Perhaps. The free acceptance of an unknown future CAN be.
But you and I know who holds the future.
