where do I begin to end, where do I end to begin?

Ecclesiastes speaks of the seasons that all humans go through; in life, in work, in love. Not all seasons are meaningful; some are rests, between stanzas, between eras we’re noted for.

I know the feeling of unrest that Solomon the Teacher reminds us again and again: life is just a chasing after the wind. I want to be productive every minute of my day, but I find myself taking more breaks than I want to be known for. Each day passes by, another paragraph to my story.

God is the ultimate writer of our lives. My days have been written by Him, and only He knows what the end will be, if there is an end. And will there be an ending, to this story, on the finite earth that the dust made from becomes dust returned to?

As Christians, eternity lies at our feet. There may be no ending to this life we live, but another chapter continues after the rhythm of our routine on this earth comes to a stop. I want each day to have accomplished something, if only One thing, then so be it. If not, at least, I’ve lived another day.

Day and night, night and day passes by, and I find myself wishing for an end. But an eternal sleep is darkness that is hidden from the light, a void that is nothing except for everything against God. It is our fortune to be able to sleep and wake up the next morning, ready to begin again.

And now, I begin again.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

Ecclesiastes 3:11