We love the past, at least what our memory doesn’t edit from view. (And we always discover our open wounds when we begin to move those muscles.) It’s settled and predictable. We hate the present so full of pain and uncertainty. But tomorrow, that’s when our fantasy will come true. Tomorrow all we be well. 

This is how we make it through each day. In tension between a glossy past and the un-lived fairy tale future. We don’t see the tragic promises we believe in for the fuzzy cuddly bears they are. In the end, they claw us to death. The wild promises we knew would complete us are our enemies. 

What is Good is eternal. 

In His presence, in the same time and space with Jesus, there is no need. The past is finally behind me, friendships are blessings, and joy is so tangible I can feel it in my finger tips. 

This life isn’t about accomplishment or trophies. It’s about being reunited to the Heart who made us. His glory is ongoing and evident in all things- the storm, the fire, the newborn, and the wrinkled faces of the aged. And in the mountains and paintings of mountains. A delicious bowl of pho and fresh picked blackberries. A chorus of nested birds and the whimsy of a child’s song. 

 We are glorious extension of Him, the last work of art on this wondrous planet.  Our destiny is now.