Everything that Has a Beginning Has an End

'Sup.

I have a little confession - I am haunted by the prospect of things ending. And I don't have anything specific in mind - I am haunted by ANYTHING ending.

But the truth is, our very existence is made up of one moment in time ending while another begins, a continual chain of starts and stops that commences at conception and faithfully runs its course until death.

I was a little sad that I made a final entry in my journal. I'm still going to journal, but that particular book that has been with me since I was a youth pastor in Leamington, ON three years ago is now done.

I kinda hate it when movies end.
As a kid, nothing irked me more than to have an otherwise perfect dream interrupted by waking up.
I loathe good byes.

Now, I have a collection of instances in time, memories that I treasure, that I refer to as eternal instants. I copped the name from Max Lucado (in the unlikely event that you are reading this, Max, please don't sue . . . and feel free to comment!) When I think of these times, it's like I could stay in that moment forever and be perfectly content, perfectly at peace with who I am and the world around me. Most involve just God and me, and those have a separate little compartment in my brain that I call Glimpses of Eternity . . . and for the other eternal Instants with people, I find myself longing to create more of them with those particular people. The ones who have died will have to wait for now, but as for those who are yet alive . . .

It kinda gnaws at my heart to know that someone whose presence I treasure so much in my life, who is a part of so many of my Eternal Instants, could never be a part of them ever again. And regardless of what may have happened in the past, there is enough forgiveness to cover any injustice, real or imagined. It may not be easy, and it may not be the safest thing, but for those people who I have been close to who are no longer currently in my life, not a day goes by where I don't want to laugh and take delight in life with them.

Part of my brain acknowledges that some people are only in our lives for a season, and most of my heart mourns this . . .

My usual reaction is to fight against an inevitable farewell . . . but lately, I guess I've been open to the brevity of all things. It's the great hope of eternity, that all be will made right, and all will BE right , forever.

Kinda can't wait . . .