After I became an unattached woman for the first time in my adult life, I realized I needed to figure out what I wanted to do and who I was instead of riding on the coattails of others. I was never good at making decisions, but being single forced me to change. My relationship with God plays a huge role in the decisions I make, along with knowing who I am and whose I am – as a child of God.
Since my bucket list became more prominent after my accident, I began to take trips alone to check them off. This season in my life was empowering and eventful. I did more in a couple of years than in my lifetime. Things I once feared and thought I would never be able to do by myself. One of those things was fly fishing in a creek – with waders – I was too excited about the waders. I have written about my experience before, but a recent writing class assignment brought back one detail of that trip that made a big impression—the mayfly.
While in the creek, I listened closely to my guide, and I remember his making a point to show me a mayfly that landed gracefully on his arm as I caught fish. He seemed honored to witness its presence, explaining that their lifespan is so short that they only make it a few hours to a day at most. It made an impression at the time, but I had recently researched the elusive creature in Encyclopedia Britannica when I was tasked with writing a poem and needed fresh inspiration.
Living their one short life fully with one task – laying thousands of eggs for the next generation – stood out to me as a purposeful mission we can learn from. They also indicate a clean water supply as they cannot survive in polluted waters. They begin their lives as larvae at the bottom of the creek bed and go through as many as twenty life stages before emerging above the surface to spread their wings for a day, lay eggs, and die.
The slippery rocks in the stream I was navigating represent how easy it is to fall back into the same patterns and pitfalls the enemy tries to trap us. Just as I had a guide leading me through the creek, God guides us and provides us with sure-footed steps to hold us up through treacherous waters. The mayfly represents living in the moment. What if, in our lives, we lived a purpose-filled life for Christ with our one life as intended?
I hope you enjoy the poem:
A Purpose-Filled Life
A mayfly’s passing life,
An instance to behold.
Emerging in a debut flight,
Testing new wings spread wide.
With purpose and poise,
One life to live – a moment in time.
Like raindrops dancing across the sea,
A legacy of eggs deposited in a creek.
Warm rays piercing translucent wings,
On the cusp of living,
Life ends nearly before it begins.
A brief hello, a brief goodbye,
With a final bow.
A purpose-filled life – one moment in time.
Faith Walk Ministries, Inc. 