There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven– Ecclesiastes 3:1
Sometimes I want to push time forward, push aside the misty curtain that hold us all back from the intriguing future, and see–just a glimpse. Just to know, be certain. As if looking across the vast, unfilled sea with my human-telescope lens might be able to zero-in on some happening. One that validifies my right-now-living. Do I add up? Will the sum of my life be significant? Live out my dream?
Will I?
Won’t I?
What if…
Whatever IT is, He’s made a space in time for it.
For you–for me. And it’s what HE will do in those sacred spaces that’s so exciting. Our work now–and then is the gift of God. The rejoicing and doing good. (Ecc. 3:13) HIS work, however, remains forever. We can look back at His doings, and look forward to them too, how He captures our work up with His, enmeshed, His pulse keeping our purpose alive–
“That which is has been already, and that which will be has already been, for God seeks what has passed by.” Ecc. 3:15
When I’m working on a novel, I have to see my characters, think of them, plan for them, know their destiny from start to finish.
It’s how their steps are ordered and the choices I make for them are put into action (or in this case, onto paper.) I have to give each person a name, a personality, a past. Dig into their human natures. Give them a story worth recounting. A mountain to scale and live to tell about…
Its no wonder that authors tend to be very sensitive about their projects. The characters seem real by the end of the manuscript. They become people, however fictional, stamped on our hearts–and we’ll never forget the journey–the one we help them make.
God is sensitive about your story, too. And mine. He’s in on the details, pressing them close to His heart. The pain and glory of it all–
He’s ready to go with you and me, lighting our path. Psalm 32:7-8
And in the dimly lit moments that surely come, we can trust with expectation-like-Christmas, that He keeps vigil and plans the joy we’ll find come morning…
“Sleep my Child and peace attend Thee, All through the night; guardian angels God will send thee, All through the night.
Soft, the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and vale in slumber sleeping, God, His loving vigil keeping, All through the night…”
Merry Christmas,
Ann
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