Call them what you will.
These captured details from my day. A sliver-y slice of time held in pixels.
The moon is glowing golden and glorious in the dark sky. It’s saying hello to me through the window in my living room.
Lamps glow golden on the inside, casting cozy home and light along silent walls.
Time ticks along in tried and true fashion. Meticulous. Methodical. Making moments turn to golden memories.
Waiting on no one. Weaving each day right on into the next. Willing us right along with it no matter what.
Time. Impossible for me to understand. Or explain.
Sometimes a friend. Sometimes a foe. But always on the go. Moving, moving.
Day has drawn its end. Night gathers its cozy cloak.
In our normal routine of time, it’s time to rest.
God spoke this beautiful world into existence. His words boomed. Creation bloomed.
God formed man.
God started the pendulum swinging and then He divided time into days and weeks and years and centuries and millenniums. And He gave us His promise to be the Rock of Ages through every age. In every circumstance. In each snippet. He will not falter. His love is steadfast and timeless.