A little over six months ago, I decided to start believing that the best is, in fact, Yet To Come. I’m pretty cynical by nature because Disappointment has shredded my soul. I am fiercely intense and not nearly as resilient as other people seem to be slash actually are. So I needed this confession to be an authentic conclusion I organically came to. I knew there was no way I’d be able to talk myself into positivity unless it was real and true and solid. But I also felt like God wanted to heal some things in me and bring me to a space of broader joy. What ended up happening was that I reasoned through the truthfulness of the statement I grew up hearing from televangelists and pastors states and nations away: the best is yet to come.
If for no other reason than the fact that Christ has come, and Christ will come again, the Best is yet to come. If for no other reason that the fact that earth is just a little while anyway, and after I’m here I’ll be existing somewhere else [in the glorious unclouded presence of the King] the best is yet to come.
That conclusion alone has been wildly transformative; and then I read a couple of books that have really expanded my understanding of life and grace and purpose and opportunity and hope. One was Live Love Lead by Pastor Brian Houston, and the other was The Art of Possibility by Ben and Roz Zander. The latter I affectionately refer to as “The Yellow Book”. Both were encouraging and insightful.
So anyways, I just feel so lit and so grateful and so hopeful and so transformed. Because Jesus. And I have realized in the roots of my existence that gratitude is truly the antidote to jealousy. So I just thought I’d share, knowing this post would be much more like a half thought out small group comment and less like a profound C.S. Lewis essay. But what’s actually happening in my life that can’t be selfied is nothing short of amazing; nothing short of a miracle.