Eternity

Your words…

Your throne has been established from the beginning; You are from eternity. 
 Psalm 93:2

My words…

You are from eternity. That’s where You live. It’s a place without space and a time without succession. It’s all at once and always has been and always will be. It’s what philosophers and theologians have expressed with invented terms (some rather pretty-sounding) sprinkled with yets and buts and draped in little confidence. You must smile at their attempts. I don’t pretend to know. I’m not sure I want to know, really. I have my own idea about eternity. I carry it in my pocket. No one need know. I pull it out when I feel empty, and it fills. I clutch at it when I’m afraid, and it comforts. I toss it about when I’m joyful, and it laughs. It is You, and it is me together…apart from space and time. If eternity is where You are, then I am there, too. So, I am from eternity. It’s where I live.