End of the day

 Rambling Road

The road gets darker toward the end of the day. And, as I am likely to do, constantly on watch if change should come suddenly, since no one knows, I cannot avoid, when the blow may fall. I think I would be more confident in my belief if I not had so much time idly spent. But how impressed can God be without time on His heels, like I am now. 

It is good to have hope

I remember being quite impatient with the Holy Spirit who did not seem to be the kind to waste words. My answer, all the time, was sitting there right in front of me and I had no idea it was so obvious. I am so thankful for this late chance to work things out. 

The rapidly increasing painful  road getting there is where the dread lies waiting. Unbeknownst to me, the flesh was fading from the beginning. Time fools us all, and time is fooling me at this very moment, even as I realize it is so. But even as Job declared, tho he kill me yet will I trust Him.