Way past the hour of 11, when responsible people are dreaming fast into their prepared for tomorrow, Aron and I sat watching sermons online. I would love to quote Steven Furtick, the words which rang true deep in my spirit, but I didn't write them down. So a paraphrase will do:
The destination is a mirage. So you'd might as well enjoy the journey, because - NEWSFLASH - you're never going to arrive.
I'm the 'arriving' type. Lists, with tasks neatly crossed off, send me into peaceful validation. I like to know my destination, and march decidedly in that direction until I...
A weaning, a pruning, a chopping down to nubbin' -
His purposes - who can understand them? But I try, and I believe Him when He says He gives wisdom to those who ask for it.
His divine discipline for me:
To awaken my heart to the joy of seeking first his Kingdom, and letting all else take its proper place.
Enjoyed, but not worshipped.
Deep as the laundry piled high in unarrived trampled mess -
Among unfulfilled dreams and hopes that dare to inhale again,
To enjoy journey today.
Never to be enjoyed again.
And these moments,
They evaporate before me like a morning mist.
Until that beautiful day when He calls me by my true name.
When, crown in hand, casting at His beautiful feet
I can finally say,
"This is my arrival."