I love the part about being sure.
I love the thought of that assurance lasting ’til the end of my days.
But, I can’t decide which I love more.
The sure or the without end.
I wrote it down, like I’d written “trust” one time before.
I might use a ballpoint and pretend I’ve been brave enough to be branded.
Write “Always Believe” on the thick part of my palm, the spot that seems the place the thumb finds naturally.
I walked up the hill last night and the sky was marked by a straight arrow white line of jet plane on its way.
I watched for longer than made sense.
Captivated by the distance.
So very distant.
I thought I’ll never see the sky the same.
I’ll forever look for white lines going away with trust and sure faith that they will come back.
“He’s got the whole world in His hands.”
And I’m certain there are things I never thought I’d see happen even if they only happened from a distance and without me.
And that’s been quite something else for sure!
To have seen how far they can go.
And how close my Lord can stay.
I know He has been with me always, with them, with us and it’s not yet the end of the age.
So, I will be sure.
Be sure of this…
The whole world
The whole sky wide world
is in His hands.