Lovely observations.

God is constant and unchanging. He will not fade like the colors of summer, or shift like the shadows, or scorch like the sun. He deserves all glory and all credit for every perfect thing, and every perfect second. All good is He.

This little light of mine.

I need you to think for a second. I need you to imagine. Imagine what life would be like, if Hope were a tangible thing. If Hope could be held in one's palm, and given, shared, or contained. Imagine everyone in the world, holding a little handful of Hope. Hope would be beautiful. It would shimmer with pure, nonparishable life. Hope would be desired so greatly, but would not bring destruction. Hope wouldn't be fought over. Everyone would have Hope. Everyone. It wouldn't be one of those situations where the person with the most Hope lives the longest or is the happiest. It would be an equal, consistent, everlasting, beautiful, something that we all had of our own. We would be free to toss some Hope over to our best friend, or stick some in an envelope and send it away to wherever. The supply would be infinite. Always hope, always there, always. It's simple. We would carry our Hope as the Night carries the stars. It wouldn't be optional. Why would it need to be optional? Who wouldn't want to always have their Hope with them? All you could ever need, always with you. Shining with that type of peaceful passion that can't be placed, Hope would always be there. It's purpose would be flawless. Hope could do no harm. It would be every perfect thing.

Lost to the past.

I haven't lost my self. You're wrong about that. But thank you for waking me up before I did so.