Saving up moments.
I wept when I asked God to see this. “It would just be nice, God. That’s all,” deepest must-need perched fragile there at bedside on feet delicate, knowing that it’s too late in the season. But knowing also that God is not bound to seasons and that I live both in and out of season.
The moment. Framed with rose shadow.
And sip long sweet nectar of God.