Rotten Wood

 Strolling past my peach trees, and over onto my lot where the grapevine grows, I watched my husband throw the wood onto the fire. As I approached the fire, he said, "Look, hon, termites." I looked closer, and down at the wood that had been sitting on our lot for two years now.

"Rotten wood-termites love rotten wood." I replied.

As I felt the fire deep into my soul I heard a still small voice say, "Many times in life, a soul becomes like rotten wood. Then, the soul gets eaten with termites. Don't let this happen to you."

I turned, walked away, and pondered the voice for several hours....

~Dear God-Don't let my soul become rotten wood.~