A part of it was constantly moving, of course--constantly changing.
And the other part of it was fixed.
The moving blades are our circumstances. They shift, they change. They're constantly different than they were before.
And the base is our God.
Fixed.
Unmoving.
Unchanging...
...and STILL VISIBLE through our uncertain circumstances.
Hallelujah to our unchanging God.
Higher than the mountains that I face,
stronger than the power of the grave,
Constant in the trials and the change.
"One Thing Remains"
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