A silent night, snow slowly falls to the ground of the neighborhood I’ve been living in my whole life. Such an absence of sound, I can almost hear my thoughts like they are coming from a speaker. I sit and reminisce on Gods creations; hot summer days, cold winter nights, the ability for our solar system and universe flow in a continuous harmony, like gears and cogs in a clock. Time. Time as well a creation of God also has no meaning when you know the presence of him. If he is around and if you are faithful, you have the ability to over come time. The said “Time Stone” in the marvel universe that can only be controlled by the most powerful beings is given to you just by existing with faith in the Lord. Perfect or not, even if you make tens of thousands of mistakes a day God will give you the ability to overcome the concept of time, give you the ability to overcome iniquity, give you the ability to overcome all weakness…something you could use right now, we all could use right now, the world could use right now. Why is it that we won’t just believe. That we must live life with no reason, no purpose. We have a purpose, as does even every single little snowflake, as well as every single leaf. We float through this life in harsh winds, soft winds, and sometimes get thrown around on the ground. But we are also beautiful, go through phases, and sometimes we just can’t hold on anymore. While God created the weather, he also created the physical rules by which it follows. And we have our own set of physical rules that we follow. Gods plan is to bring us home and he purposefully sends us these mad circumstances to get us to toughen up. To join together. A group of leaves makes a tree, something stronger. A group of snowflakes makes a snowball, more firm, durable. Together we can become as we were created. We can fulfill our purpose. And we can also have fun doing it. We will find joy in the rough winds and conditions we must be victorious over. Don’t try and fight your purpose, don’t try and ignore your destiny. Fulfill it.
