I stand before a horizon, a great perhaps, with limited sight of a far country. And just over my shoulders is a history that has laid the framework for my existence. The things I've seen, the places I've been, the truths I've built my faith upon—these fibers have composed my being, have culminated in my today.
At times, I've tipped the scales, and allowed myself to swim in nostalgia, afraid to create a present as beautiful as the past. During other seasons, I've been so anxious about fast-forwarding to a future I haven't yet earned. Bypass pain, find beauty.
Over the last year, I posted the following words before my eyes:
If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them. (Hebrews 11: 15:16)
I can truly say on this day—September 27th, 2012—that I believe in a God who takes us through both joy-filled seasons and rough terrain. He gives and takes away, so that in each loss, we might long for Him and His coming. He'll do whatever it takes to reach His children with that never stopping, never giving up, unbreaking, always and forever love. I pray to have the wisdom to climb up on this hillside often enough to remember the God of Abraham, the God of Moses, the God of exile, and the God of who, even now, readies a city for those He loves.
