When the life of this world moves along it's course, I can only think of the end. The end, where the hand of God can finally be seen in it's completion, setting the seal on all that has been before, all the seeming complexity of choices. The final answer and truth which comes out in the final wash, the end. Life for me is often a patient suffering, as I look on the sin and folly of the world around me. The patient waiting for falsehood to be finally corrected and for injustice and wrongdoing to finally be punished and brought before truth, stands at the core of my being, the reality of my soul. That part of me that reaches up beyond this life towards truth, in patient waiting for the end. I feel this more today than I can recall feeling it ever before. And my faith in the end, in Gods presence and watch is stronger than it's been for as long as I can recall. I'm patiently waiting. God has a plan and I watch and wait out this life with that faith in view.