Where does a curve begin?

At the edge of light?

In the slope we cannot see?

Or in the hand that shapes it —

before it’s even touched the air?

What if motion had already started…

but in a way only Jehovah could see?

What if the design was ancient,

but the unfolding was just now?

Could strength be embedded

before there’s anything to lift?

Could direction be planted

long before there’s anywhere to go?

And what if the one who knows your path

started curving it forward

long before you asked for a beginning?

You don’t need to explain it.

You don’t even need to see it.

But something is taking shape.

Something is bending toward its moment.

And the One who shaped it…

…hasn’t left.

Wait with it.