Beginnings are easy to fall in love with. The start of a thing carries such hope and expectancy. New baby, new house, new job. I dearly love the start of a new month as I open my new, fresh, empty journal for the month and pen a letter to Jesus committing the days ahead to Him.
Even endings, though often hard, can be important milestones. Graduations, milestones, markers of endings that open new chapters ahead.
But is there anything redeemable about middles?
The middle is messy, unknown, often scary and at best, mundane. The middle of raising kids, the middle of a day, the middle of a trial.
A health crisis hit our home this morning. From the moment I got the call, I felt catapulted into a hard middle. This middle is scary and unknown. The middle sheds light on nothing.
The day came to an end and found me back where it had begun, alone with Jesus and His Word.
‘I am the Alpha and Omega,’ says the Lord God, ‘who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.’
And just like that, He assured me He is not only there, in the beautiful beginnings and the milestone endings but He is smack dab in the middle.
Even in the hard middle, He holds you, dear reader, rest in that, I am.