|Somewhere in this northwestern sky the Big Dipper|
will be close to pouring out.
Almost there. Almost to the time of year when the Big Dipper sets at the perfect angle in the sky, as if it's pouring out deliciousness.
Another summer season passes by, faster than the last as always. Life, I've noticed, does not stop its urgent and tiring demands, the world does not stop spinning for me to get caught up.
It is dizzying.
But tonight I sit and watch my view of the miracle of galaxies and get my balance back.
God spins it all in perfect timing, beyond even the beginning of my comprehension. Why do I struggle to accept that He will do the same in my own whirling world too?