The End. Two words that say “It’s over. There is no more to this”. Two words that have caused me to mourn for something beautiful that was lost, even if its beauty existed only in my imagination. Two words that could make me feel like a complete failure if the ending was not what I had in mind. Two words that could throw me into panicked attempts to revive what once was, even if it was bad for me. Two words that would provoke others to ask questions I had no answers for. Two words I dreaded to hear even when I was the one who spoke them.
Beauty for ashes. By faith I envisioned the wonderful life He had planned for me, one that I couldn’t possibly make a complete mess of. A plan for something beautiful where fear of The End could not steal my love and my peace. The scriptures told me it was there for me, this life of beauty instead of ashes, but when The End would come and I had no glimpse of the new beginning I did what I had always done.
Fear distorting my vision and direction, I would take matters into my own hands and choose my own new beginning. I never planned for it to go badly, who would do that?? And since I was confessing my belief in God’s good plans for me and what looked so perfect for me presented itself so quickly, surely it was from Him…surely it would be right…surely I could make it work this time and it would protect me from my greatest fear – that there was nothing for me at The End and I would have to face the profound emptiness of the unloved.
But it seemed always to return. The End. Again. Finally, I was just too weary to fight it. And just as I had feared, there was no glimpse of a new beginning when I reached The End. But I fell into the emptiness of the unloved only to discover that I was extravagantly loved! It was only in the emptiness that He had room to fill me with the very thing I had longed for – true Love. It was only in this time between what was and what would be that I would find healing. This Love became The End, not of itself, but of what had plagued me for as long as I could remember – the fear that I was unworthy of love.
“…the Lord earnestly waits – expecting, looking, and longing – to be gracious to you; and therefore He lifts Himself up, that He may have mercy on you and show loving-kindness to you…Blessed are all those who earnestly wait for Him, who expect and look and long for Him – for His victory, His favor, His love, His peace, His joy, and His matchless, unbroken companionship!” Isaiah 30:18
He is waiting for us to be empty of everything else, so that we can be truly filled.
Don’t be scared. In His hands, The End is just The Beginning.
“The End” was written by Kay Stinnett and first appeared on http://www.ourpassionatepurpose.com