All of a Sudden

Isn’t it funny how you can be right on the edge of the greatest moment in your life and not even know it. After years of crawling and struggling to make it you would think that we would intuitively know that something profoundly good was about to happen but often it is only after we have been delivered that we are able to look back and trace the truth of how we got here. Sometimes victory comes with all the sensations of the defeat. Sometimes God has to take your sight before he can restore your vision; but the truth of the matter is we never know. We never know when this might be the day that it all comes together. Or that this might be the exact moment in our lives when it all makes sense and we emerge from the shadows ready to fly.

I would have you to know that possibility is real. It is not just a word or an idea created in a dark room by men who were themselves too afraid of the light to live. Ask the Butterfly. The next time you see a butterfly ask her if she has any memory of what her life was like before she learned how to fly and she will tell you no. Ask her to recall the exact moment that she realized that she was about to become beautiful and she will answer your questions with silence, partly because she was always beautiful, but mostly because just like you, life never tells us when something good is about to happen.

This is why we have to keep on living. This is why we have to keep on believing that midnight can not last forever and truth crushed down to earth will rise again. You owe it to yourself to go a little further. And while it is true that the journey can make you weary, it is also the case that in the end it will make you strong. In a little while everything will be different. In a little while you won’t even remember what it was like to crawl so close to the ground. What used to make you cry is about to make you dance; and I can’t wait to see you fly. I can’t wait to see the look of satisfaction on your face the first time you feel the soft secure squeeze of earth between your toes and you whisper to yourself - I finally made it!

This is not for giving up. This is for light at the end of the tunnel; because just when the caterpillar thought it was over it became a butterfly.

May the oil of your life be full of his grace.