Do I really want to live forever? Sometimes I think I don’t! When I’m sweeping the floor knowing that soon it will be scattered again, when I’m washing dishes and soon as I’m done another dirty dish slides onto the counter, when I’m washing the endless pile of dirty clothes and fixing the endless problems in a house, and dealing with a broken down car and feeling lonely or sick and children making so much noise and all the bad news on the radio… at these times living forever seems like it might be just another endless chore.

But then there are moments that catch me with an overwhelming desire to live! Those first few moments of perfect connection when after all the struggle a new life is in my arms and those beautiful big eyes stare into mine and the little warm body fits so perfectly. Those times with friends when all we share in common is there and the things we are trying to do are working and we feel so together and able to hack down mountains if need be. Those times when I am surrounded by beauty: a perfect pink and orange sunrise reflecting in sparks here and there from the broken up ice rising and falling on the ocean surface. Or staring into the face of a gorgeous peony with all its rich shades of colour and intertwined and ragged edged petals. The times when I read His Word and I get it – for a fleeting moment this life makes sense and I can almost start to see the beauty of His forever. And isn’t that His promise, “no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love Him.” (1 Corinthians 2:9). We can hardly imagine what He has in store, but we have evidence that He knows what gives us completeness in this life.

Afterall, it’s not the man-made things that truly satisfy us – the tall many-windowed buildings of many shapes and sizes, the jam-packed shelves full of made-in-china plastic and paper, the mazes of roads going this way and that, the collection of man-made litter on a beach. No, we go to the edge of all that to stare at the ocean, to dig hands through sand broken from rocks much older than us, we go above to stand on top of a mountain when all that is man-made is small and all that is God-made is big. We go away to stand at the foot of a tree that has lived much longer than we and still is beautiful and grand.

So, when your vision fails, when forever seems dull and unattractive, step out to seek just one small bit of God’s love in the beauty and perfection that surrounds us in a blade of grass or a snowflake or a flower. “If God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?” (Matthew 6:30)

It’s hard to keep this momentary joy alive in the mundane and maybe that’s why we need to surround ourselves with those brief moments of intense heart-lifting and understanding. God’s creation is small pieces of the joy He has in mind for us – He knows what completes us better than we do, and because we have all these brief moments, we can trust that He knows and that one day, His plan for forever will fill us and leave no room for dissatisfaction or despair.


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