Artist: Me

Faded are midnight glances back upon yesterday’s moments. Time, diligently and cruelly, selfishly tries to drive my focus to the future to leave a painful moment behind to feed time’s avarice and draw me reluctantly into the past. I don’t believe in time, as such, anymore, as a temporal moment of trifling pain is cast away, a gap is surely created where I choose presence with the Lord. He is a God of grace and will give His heart and mercy in these moments. We don’t defeat time by adding years, we are victors in how we use our time with God. We transform.

Does a flower languish in angst when a petal fades? There is hope as a flower sows seeds where it stands. As with the dry fields who shall return green and new. All is not lost. Actually all is hopeful as the green grass and…