Living The End

Living The End May 19, 2011

I’m all about endings. You might say as a writer, I live for The End.

I do that as a woman of faith, too — Live for the End.

But I don’t live for The End in any negative sense. I’m not one of those pie-in-the-sky gals. If I want pie, I have me some, though to be honest, I’d much rather have a slice of caramel cake. I don’t believe in putting off the delights of today. As far as I can gather, God expected us to enjoy this world. Why else would he make it so wonderful? Why else would he declare it was good, indeed, very good?

Anybody who can’t find beauty in this world ain’t likely to find it in the next one either.

I don’t know when The End is coming. Writers rarely do, but we don’t worry about it. We just go about the day stringing words together, doing loads of laundry, reading, fixing chicken salad, praying, filling the bird feeder, observing, pondering, and going back to rewrite that sentence we wrote earlier.

I been asking myself lately what would I do differently if I knew for sure the world was coming to an end on Saturday, and try as I might, I can’t think of a thing.

I look outside these French doors at the morning sunshine, at the flowering trees, at the birds flitting by, at the dads pushing strollers in the nearby park and I think how blessed I am to live in this world that God created.


It’s good God.

Very good.

Thank you for providing me with such a glorious landscape in which to live out my story.  I look forward to swapping tales with you one day.

In the meantime, I’m going on a hike in Sisters today to soak up a bit more of your creation.

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  • Peg Willis

    “I can’t think of a thing” either!

    um … would it be appropriate to holler, “Let ‘er buck” even when it doesn’t apply to Round-Up? I think probably so. Let ‘er buck!

    • Karen Spears Zacharias

      I’ll stick with Praise the Lord.

  • Good word. Also, is that the view from your house? Because, dang. I’m coming for a visit.

    • Karen Spears Zacharias

      Not my house but you are welcome to come visit anytime

  • I hate to be all distracted by the photo, but I’m off to check property prices in Sisters.

    • Karen Spears Zacharias

      There are some good buys right now

  • Mmmmm….Heaven! Or close to it in these parts.

    For those outside the area, the pic above shows North Sister (R) and Middle Sister (L). My fave of these gals is hiding behind: South Sister. And one of the very best places to be on the slopes of that peak, if not on the summit, is on a ridge at about 7500 feet overlooking Golden Lake. Camped there on a snow field in August a number of years ago and got 6″ of new snow overnight. Next AM, I had blue sky, lupines and paintbrush peeking out of the snow, not a bare rock down to the treeline, and not a human footprint in sight unless I made one. From a nearby ridge, it was so clear I could see from Washington to California. Wrote a poem called “Imagining Heaven” on that trip. But even in late August of a dry year like ’09, the volcanic colors of N. and Mid Sister are stunning against the sky. For a look-see from S. Sister summit:

    With beauty like this strewn about so outrageously, May 21 can only bring more–whatever that is. Another breath with God here. Or another one with God there.

    • Karen Spears Zacharias

      It was a glorious day, Roger. Breathtaking.

  • Right on.

    I hope your hike was good!


    • Karen Spears Zacharias

      Perfect in every single way, girl. Thanks.

  • A line like this could solve much:

    “Anybody who can’t find beauty in this world ain’t likely to find it in the next one either.”

    *Thank you,* Karen…

    And this made me smile and nod and breathe deep again: “I don’t know when The End is coming. Writers rarely do, but we don’t worry about it.”

    Enjoy the hike in Sisters…
    I count you one of mine 😉