Every beginning starts with an end. The beginning of living my God-sized dream started with the end of a career. The beginning of my day starts with the end of the night. The beginning of whatever it is that God has next for me will start with the end of the part of the race I’m on now. We’re not running sprints – and sometimes it doesn’t even feel like a marathon. It feels like a relay race, each part of the race coming together to form the whole. No part meant to be run simultaneously, but one right after the other, with fresh legs and a clear head.
My mornings might begin with the smell of bacon on the stove, but the next leg of my race? That will begin when I open my hands and let go of where I’ve been. I’ll take what I’ve learned, the time, the experiences, the practice, the failures and successes, knowing that God will use them all to make me stronger and more effective in His kingdom – but I won’t drag them along with me.
And I’ll trust His timing, knowing that God knows exactly when I’m ready to start the next leg. In the meantime, I’ll be an encourager, cheerleader, coach, friend, taking time to learn from those around me and share what I’ve learned so that when it’s time? I’ll be ready to begin.
Zoe, Micah & Jackson? You were a delight to see on the live chat! That little shout-out to bacon is all for you! I hope you’ll write and share your stories and illustrations with us, too! And Lisa-Jo … there are no words. I adore you more than ever. Thanks for inviting &including us in your life and your words until the very last. Here’s to new beginnings 🙂