Acts 13:34 For God has promised to bring him back to life again, no more to die.

As I think of this wonderful thought & realize as sons of God we shall also inherit this eternal promise, my mind flicks to the picture of the fuzzy brown & black caterpillar that Deb & I saw on Saturday at the arboretum. How our entire life is like this. Or like the seed locked inside tht efuirt. Or like the unborn child. And only until our death can we know in very small part. How the caterpillar thinks of all of life as the sandy, gray ground on which he vulnerably crawls. So little of the vivid fall colors of sky & trees does he realize as he crawls on his belly of legs. And not until after he submits to the death of the cocoon does he see the glories above. What a picture for us of our lives and deaths and lives in Christ.
Reading (re-reading?) Winged Life which says much about small daily deaths to which we should submit in order to allow the victory of resurrection.
Lord. Above all now I need to learn to die. Easily. No, not necessarily easily, but happily. Keep ever in front of me the image of the caterpillar.

Am reading Acts and am excited to trace the excitement of God's spreading gospel.

Today, another lovely fall day though we were promised rain. I awoke early to go swimming. Must work at 10 at the club for a luncheon. Painted last night. Studying my painting. It's difficult. Sandens come Thursday.