Times Infinity

I know that my life is just scraps,

wisps of smoke that last

as long as a breath,

but, in contrast to the great tapestry

of Your universe,

these few threads I hold

are so dear to me

because they’re what I have.

I know You do not dismiss

the small riches in my moments

and in me

because You saw enough in them,

and in me,

to want to multiply my moments

by infinity

by turning that “x” on its end

to hang on Yourself.

Background:

I’m not the most gifted in math, but in a very big-picture way, I think math as a concept is beautiful. I think it’s fascinating that mathematicians discover glimpses of patterns that make up the universe - these explorers traversing intellectual frontiers unearth roots that underlie all that we see.

Since God is all good qualities and abilities to the nth degree, He is the source of such patterns. He, through Jesus, “sustain[s] all things by His powerful word” (Heb. 1:3). He has done such mind-boggling spiritual math that we who were brought low can be raised up in glory through Him being first raised by hands of created beings as a human child, then raised up by human hands and His own will as the greatest Offering, and finally raised up as the ultimate Priest by the radiance of “the power of an indestructible life” (Heb. 7:16).

I might not be naturally gifted in it, but goodness gracious, am I thankful for math!

Wishing you goodness without end,

Jess