I believe this to be the first time
in which daylight savings time is actually hindering my life. Seeing dawn, being aware that it is once
again occurring, is often like a healing psalm to my quiet time, an
acknowledgement that my time was well spent because He who spins the earth and
keeps the sun lit is also Who just met with me.
When I conclude my quiet time in the dark there is an unmistakable
metaphor. Artistic sensibilities can be
a drag!!!
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