The flat pink planes with golden hue stretch across the far portion of the sky like a promise in the distance waiting for its time. To their left, a bright golden light permeates the white clouds now in the spotlight.  Timing is the word the sky is speaking.  Here and now, coming soon, bending toward that which is hoped for. We move about in the pace of the world while our lives are drafted in the timing of the Lord. Promises that hold a place will come when ready and given the nod from God. All the beauty, all the plans, all the hopes have a perfectly timed purpose. We wait, we wonder, we worry.   Love paints the sky for response, until His promises prevail.