A literary attempt to fathom the shallow parts of life.
Friday, July 1, 2011
God is not that feeling of balance you get from sitting real still in a canoe, afraid to move ‘cause you might tip over. No, He’s the dock. Sometimes He’s the rope to save you when you’ve fallen out. But He’s always the steadfast thing. The steady thing. The sure thing. Not for a moment. Not for a temporary time. But for eternity.