When describing measurements of time, the spectrum of its description can be a tad quirky. Time can feel like a fleeting moment, a blink passing right before our eyes. Fleeting moments come when children leave home. Watching the door shut behind them it seems as though only yesterday they took their first breath. And in one simple blink of an eye, adults they are, off to build a life of their own. Time can stand still, a frozen moment in life where forward progress is not found. In seasons of frozen moments, the best description would be to picture one’s self standing in the middle of the street, unable to move and yet there is a vortex of activity surrounding every geographical square inch.
Psalm 16:8
I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
Stacey is a mom, a grandmother and a woman after God’s own heart. Born and raised in the Deep South, she loves people, Cajun traditions, and
sharing the love of God too. She lives her southern life by God’s grace and love.
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