I know I’m not alone in the sea of people whose lives are changing, whose futures are uncertain, and who are puzzling again with questions about who they are, where they’re going, and whether it’s worth the road it takes to get there. I know I am not alone among those who need purpose, excitement, and truth to speak. Because life cycles and we change and books end and do we really have to do all of this again?   All this figuring out, looking ahead, making sure we aren’t wasting it all–this life we feel so compelled to live well.

For the life of me, though I am oftentimes gripped with inspiration and a sense of beauty and destiny, I never fully graduate from meeting another bend in the road at which point all these things dissipate. A point at which I am in need of new direction, new purpose, and a new understanding of myself. When I need these things and they don’t come quickly, I begin to distrust their existence and my ability to find them. I begin to imagine that this ugly little, never-ending stretch of road will lengthen across the rest of my days. The way things seem today wants to tell me about tomorrow–loom up big and swallow the years ahead.

But all this–all this empty feeling worry–is just a heart of doubt. It’s just eyes caught on the here and now, struggling to remember faithfulness and believe promises.

But it’s ok. Because this road bends too–all roads bend. And something of gravity is reminding me that He fulfills His purposes. Something of mornings and evenings is reminding me that He isn’t in a hurry. And something of this whole blooming, cycling, growing universe around me is reminding me that He is constantly doing what we cannot see, preparing what we have yet to dream.

He has more than enough beauty, stories, grace and adventure to fill all of History. I need not be insecure about His ability to do the same with my one small life.

He has more than enough beauty, stories, grace and adventure to fill all of History. I need not be insecure about His ability to do the same with my one small life.