In the moonlight

Memories are strange things. Sometimes they are triggered by a song or something else that is connected to them but sometimes they manifest themselves at random. Tonight I saw the moon shining out from behind the clouds. It was full and brilliant illuminating the whole sky. This one bright beacon of light poured out over the clouds making them glow with a soft rich light and in that moment I remembered a sweater that my Grandmother used to wear. It had a bunch of sheep with one black one in the middle. This made me think about my Grandmother, Viola, and I was filled with a serene euphoria that she is in heaven and one day I will see her again. This moment was but fleeting and as way leads on to way my mind wondered to the other side; souls tormented for eternity, shut off in utter darkness. For them there is no hope, no light and no looking forward to being reunited with those they loved in this life. I was reminded I have a message and a job. It was in this moment as the silver clouds rolled over the moon I heard the still small voice of my Lord saying, open your eyes and look at the fields! They are ripe for harvest. (John 4:3)