Candles stay on through their wick. The solid wax turns liquid in a well-timed release. The beam is never aggressive but ingressive. The lumens light our paths with measured depth.
Life is akin to such movement. Our lifespan has been determined. Our daily existence finds expression in minute stewardship. Our witness is fashioned not to scheme but glean. We serve as guides to the next batch with gracious experience.
I stop to think of my present journey as a privileged grant. Every single day is a divine favor.
Life is sacred.
God crafted my resplendence and by Christ's grace ... I experience daily lit wonders!
