Time is a Window to the Soul
Time is a window to the soul.
Not a mirror. Not a snapshot. A window.
And you don’t just glance through a window—you stare. You watch. You wait.
Because actions?
They don’t scream in the beginning.
They whisper.
Then they echo.
Then they explode.
And if you’re wise enough to keep watching, those echoes start forming patterns.
Ripples.
Fruit.
Yeah, fruit.
Because a good tree doesn’t spit out poison apples.
A bad one doesn’t grow sweet figs.
You know who said that?
Jesus. The wisest man who ever walked barefoot on broken ground.
So why do we watch?
Why wait for fruit to grow?
Because he who is spiritual judges all things.
That doesn’t mean pointing fingers.
It means reading the room.
It means knowing who’s sharpening your soul and who’s sucking the life out of it.
It means discerning—Who’s feeding you life… and who’s bleeding you dry?
Time tells. Always.
You want to know who someone really is?
Don’t check their Instagram.
Check their calendar.
Check their scars.
Check the trail behind them.
Because time…
Time never lies.
It just waits for you to open the window.