Why is it that we’re always looking ahead? Tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Next year. It’s like we’re always pushing, hoping, striving, doing. Climbing mountain after mountain. These are good things. That’s life, really. There is much to be said about the importance of being future-oriented and future-driven, about building and working hard.
No, I mean looking ahead in the sense of being destination driven. From destination to destination, but rarely ever acknowledging the every day moments, the details, and beautiful simplicity of the journey itself. It’s a gift. Every day, every moment, every second on this path of life. Every valley is different, every hill, every hardship is a chance to dive even deeper into murky depths of the lake of sanctification & come out, heart pounding, lungs screaming, but with a softer heart & a sounder mind.
Destinations are beautiful too. Every new mountain climbed has its own breathtaking view. But how we learn, & how we grow, that’s very much tied to the journey. To the path, to all the valleys, to all the pain, & to all the simple joys.
Don’t waste that. Redeem the time.
It’s d a n g e r o u s, playing with F I R E.
“You’ll get b u r n t,” they say. “Stay a w a y,” they say.
But how do you know? How can you tell? Sometimes fire doesn’t look like fire.
They didn’t tell you, did they? Sometimes you don’t feel the flames until they lick at your S O U L.
Pull away, l o v e. It’s not too late. Don’t loose h e a r t; you’ll be okay.
These fresh s c a r s? This P A I N? It all shall p a s s. A heart can H E A L.
And d a r l i n g, remember: if it wasn’t for second chances… we’d all be A L O N E.
Hey l o v e, the S U N still shines. And if you were ever certain of anything, be certain of this: it will always be there, every morning, no matter the darkness of night, season in & season out. Ever constant. Perhaps not always direct, not always in plain sight, but ever constant. Why? Because of the unattainable D E P T H S of something called G R A C E.
And l o v e, if you were to ever ask for anything, ask for this: that you would always remember the immeasurable S A C R I F I C E & the irresistible G R A C E that brought you here.
And l o v e, if you were ever to cry over something, cry over this: the humble realization that you would still be walking in darkness, had not the L I G H T brought you down to your knees in repentance.
If you were to ever remember anything, l o v e; I pray that you would R E M E M B E R this. //