Everything has a beginning, and everything has an end.
I cannot keep looking at where my daughter is now, but at the expected end.
There have been people who have had dreams about her and told us about them, good dreams about the expected end. There have been people who have come up to me and said they could feel in their spirit she was coming back to the Lord. One friend who I called for prayer at one of my lowest points said, “In the end she will serve the Lord.”
It’s hard to focus on the end sometimes when the muck in the middle seems to keep splattering all over you. It’s hard to wipe it off and keep going. It’s hard not to give in to discouragement or even despair. But in the midst of all these things, we can stop…turn our eyes to Jesus, lift our hands, letting the muck slip away, and worship.
We can thank him for the expected end. The one he has put in our hearts, the one he has encouraged us with.