I’ve always longed for a Happy Ending.
Not a Happy Meal, but you know, that end that all little girls dream about in their deepest places. The places that get pressed down, shushed and forgotten.
I’ve settled most of my life for glorious beginnings. And I’ve had quite a few.
The fact is, it’s the finishing well, these days, I long for. Am longing for but suspecting I am incapable of…ultimately.
See, I know I’m not a good finisher. I’m the girl with the pie in the sky ideas, that fall from heaven, and I run, excited down the field sharing it all. But in the end, I drop the ball. Or I get so scared I will, that I pass it once the pressure comes.
No, I’m not a good finisher.
But, God knows this…and oddly enough, it comforts me to know that He loves this wild-eyed, excitable chick right through to my child-like heart.
He loves me.
I know it, I wish I could fathom it completely, I really do. I mean it’s what I am here for. To bask in His abundant love…and then just lather it all over others.
My confidence is in Him;
Because this flesh, right here. I know it full well.
I’ve got nothin’ in me that will get me through the muck. Nothin’ at all.
But, I’ve got a God that won’t leave me in the muck.
I’m putting it all down on Him.
Because any chance at all of me finishing well, well, that’s all Him.
I’m trusting that.
I’m trusting Him.
For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus. ~Philippians 1:6