Can it be that the end of things paves the way for the beginning of the new? Yet, it’s hard to let go when the new is not yet apparent, has not yet arrived.

There is a certain inevitabity about the passing of the years and of our days, but still we want to hold on, to hang back, to go back to what was. Even the Israelites, at one point in their wanderings, longed for the certainty of the "good old days of old, in Egypt – though it had meant slavery, rather than the uncertainty of the present struggles and striving. It takes faith to face the unknowability of God’s timing and will for our future entrance into Promise.

I wonder what my deep heart mostly fears as I face the days ahead . . .