Collins Bonnet Mountain Rocket, Wellington Range, Hobart, Tasmania

Mountain Rocket Flower red seed pods on the top of Collins Bonnet with a cloud moving in over Trestle Mountain in Wellington Park, Hobart Tasmania. Photograph of Collins Bonnet with Mountain Rocket flower seed pods in autumn.

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“Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for he who loves his fellowman has fulfilled the law…Love does no harm to its neighbour. Therefore love is the fulfilment of the law.” (Romans 13:8,10)

Sometimes we only have one chance at something before our opportunity is gone forever. 

This shot from the summit of Collins Bonnet was exactly like that.

The cloud was thick on the Wellington Range that day, but it briefly parted to reveal Trestle Mountain below. It cleared just long enough for me to snap this quick handheld test shot with the lovely, bright red seed pods of the rare, endemic Tasmanian alpine flower, “Mountain Rocket” (Bellendena Montana) in the foreground. As I dashed for my tripod to take a proper shot, the cloud thickened and obscured my view. I sat down in the windy, freezing cold rain to wait it out, but to no avail; the rain had set in for the day. My opportunity to take that photo was gone forever…That’s why I am thankful to have come away with this shot, even though it’s not technically perfect.

Reflecting on this experience reminded me of the fleetingness of our own lives. Our lives are far too short to take time for granted. We only have one chance to love people during our lifetimes. 

“Show me, O LORD, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man’s life is but a breath. Selah.” (Psalm 39:4-5)

“Teach us [God] to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12)

How many of us go through life holding grudges or cutting people off until their deathbeds? Some never take that blessed window of opportunity to reconcile, and then death severs their last chance to say, “I love you”. How precious is life! How precious is time! What an extraordinary tragedy it is to waste our lives living in bitterness and unforgiveness.

Unlike bitterness, love never has regrets.

Blessed are those who have overcome personal woundedness for the sake of loving another.

“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” (1 Peter 4:8)