I often think about the end of something. The last day. That single moment when you finish. When you breathe deep, and suddenly, you finish.
I want the end of so many things. I want to finish so many things.
But.
Live.
That is what God has been teaching me. Work hard, aim straight, finish. But live. Live too.
I finished Hosea the other morning. It ends better than you think it will. With this compassion that you reach for through the whole book, and a chapter before it's over your chest gets really tight and you can't really breathe, but then. You keep reading.
It ends.
It ends well.
God told me the other day to enjoy life. To live.
Enjoy. Live.
So, I have been pursuing that. Because even though I look for the future, I live now. I enjoy now. It's hard. I admit that; it is hard. I like to hold finished things. I like endings.
But it shouldn't just be about that single moment it all adds up to.
It's the thousands of others in between.
Sometimes it's not about what you're building, but how you build it.
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