not according to my time, God, but Yours.
for your plans are greater. Your timing. more intentional.
the stories you craft are far more beautiful.
than anything I could ever dream of.
even in the space.
between chapters. between sentences.
your pen still moves.
and it is here that I learn.
to wait.
to trust.
to consider the story You've already written.
to be in awe of the possibilities that lie ahead.
the redemptions.
the loves.
the losses.
the moments of infinity.
not according to my time, God, but Yours.
a response to Ecclesiastes 3
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