Heavenletters

Wherever you are now, this is your starting line.

So this is the first second of my life? Pressing these keys and watching those black squiggles appear? Something inside immediately wants to fire a broadside of objections. Something else nods and smiles, if a bit helplessly.

Starting line. Stepping out of whatever went before. One minute it suddenly appears perfectly possible, the next I find myself scratching my head and asking, What on earth was that? A feeling of bottomlessness lingering: What if, as God said, the past never was?

Must be a momentary mood because, Gloria, I find your question equally unfathomable. Where do God's thoughts begin or end? Indeed, where? In any area of life, whatever is said under whaterver circumstances -- where? I really wonder.

(Must be my alpinist Wednesday, too many vast vistas.....)