“I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.” Psalm 63:4
In a fleeting world and a breaking clock called “time,” I lay my heart down. I am but dust and my words are merely afterthoughts of yesterday and the forming of tomorrow’s dew that beads in the morning. Second by second hope draws this moment to tomorrow, whether it desires it or not. The God of all creation breathes breath into my lungs so that I can pant for Him. And as long as my lungs rise and fall, I will sing and praise the everlasting God. He who chooses whom He pleases to choose Him. In a dance of sovereignty and humanity, to be drawn by a Holy Hand to be grafted into a family that could not be joined by carnal adoption; rather only by omniscience. I will lift my hands until they fall and fail to my age. No other name is worthy of praise.