Not just a piece but a weight
I know how seasons change not with noise, but with pressure. I know how shifts are conceived in silence, where time bends and certainty dissolves. How I wished it were by human clocks, like the many who believe reality obeys midnight, that the 31st holds power simply because men named it so. But dates do not govern dominions. Those who know understand this: foundations are not moved by celebration, realities are not rewritten by numbers. They are shaken in the unseen, where breath becomes groaning and faith labors in the dark. Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.(Romans 8:26) So 2026 will not arrive by permission of a calendar. It will be summoned by travail. By groanings carnal men cannot interpret, by shifts flesh cannot comprehend. Happy New Year in advance. legend Chris Timkat βπΏπ₯
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