The end of another year. Days are too short. Life too swift. Too uncertain. Too precious to not want to live it to its fullest. Like the stories of some
magical book, life unfolds. Each page
differently. Each page created as we
read. Pages chock-full of adventures, good
and bad. Love, betrayal, secrets, and
suspense leading up to a larger reveal. A
book read too fast if you ask me... its pages turned too quickly and many a time not fully
understood, or enjoyed to the utmost. We
remember specifically happy scenes of previous chapters, and we want to flip those
pages back, read them again, live those moments that had so beautifully captivated us again
and again, but the end it's yet to be read.
We must continue reading till we reach the end of that book that it is
our life. I am frightened by what I may
encounter in those pages ahead, what ghosts must I meet, what waters must I
cross... frightened by those goodbyes I must say as I read and compose the book
of my life... I want the narration
beautiful, the chapters sweet and long and the story to unwind like numbers in
a combination lock, with a subtle intricacy giving way to a conclusion that
will forever leave me in awe. Oh, I know
I'm not alone on this. Ordinary people may
see only a hopeless end, but the true Christian knows best... we rejoice in an endless hope. Even if the chapters in the book of our lives are not coming to fruition as we might had expected to, or dreamed of, or wished for. Ah yeah, at the end, we'll be alright!
“I’ve read the last page of the Bible. It’s all going to turn out all right.” ~ Billy Graham
“I’ve read the last page of the Bible. It’s all going to turn out all right.” ~ Billy Graham
Happy New Year, friends!