The world is as quiet as it gets at Fair Haven. An artist needs quiet otherwise the golden reality of life becomes so overwhelming that we collapse under the knowledge of it. Quiet allows us to know our littleness in it all, the “day is a thousand year and a thousand years are a day” thing. But our littleness is redeemed by the magnitude of our God, in Him we find our grandeur, our size, and Him who can encompass all the glory that will crush us if left alone.
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| The title comes from that day, a thousand years verse. At some point, I had calculated it as to how old I would be an written it in the Puritan Prayer book I read every morning. |
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