At the end

At the end is the beginning
At the end of our abilities, God’s abilities begin. At the end of a breath a new breath begins. I am at the end and because of the end, I can see the beginning.
The mysteries of our God wrap around the edges of understanding. They wrap around the edges and leak into comprehension. He uses the weak to confuse the strong. How does the Lord of Lords direct a million and more lives knowing just at the moment one of us recognize our deep need for guidance? Knowing the moment we cry out and knowing the answer even when we can’t find the question.
How did He conceive of such a plan as sending His own Son to be the perfect sacrifice? He despised the sacrificing of children and yet He did not even spare His own son. And then, right before there is hope of comprehending just a bit of this mystery, there is the whisper. The still voice that says, this sacrifice was not permanent. This sacrifice became the greatest victory. The victory that reaches down, grabs the dead by the hand and raises him to the place of highest honor. At then end, the beginning came.
Now, laying down to sleep in the quiet after many storms, in my bed, in my house filled with my things and my family, now laying down to sleep I feel the end of my “self”. This self that is being lifted off and away like the roof painfully separated by the wind. Yet at each layer lifted away something more wonderful is revealed. Not a piece of me that is more wonderful but a piece of Him. How is it that I should be so blessed? So blessed to lose pieces of myself that I might be clothed more and more in His righteousness.
This is my God who has overcome all evil. This is my God who loves each of us so much that at every end we find a brilliant new beginning. This is our God who every moment gives us new beginnings.