An entire day to clean and organize.
A relaxing vacation.
A family trip to the mountains.
Why is it that these things often leave us feeling both full and empty at the same time? Full because we lived in the moment, loved the time, even made the most of it. Yet empty because it’s still not quite enough to satisfy the longing inside.
Are we ever finished? Preparing. Cleaning. Laughing. Dreaming. Loving?
We hear of living in the partial. But how do we “not lose heart” while doing so?
How do we make peace with the passing of time? With having enough of what we need, but not always the extravagant abundance we desire.
I would love to hear your thoughts on this subject.
I'll conclude with one of mine. I believe that God is good today. That He provides wisdom and council and joy for life's journey. And that perhaps my work is not to mourn the loss of perfection today, but to instead hold confident hope that it will come. That one day there will be enough. And the pressing thirst will finally be quenched by the water of life.
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