Farsighted

There are times I look at my life and wonder how I ever let it get to where it is. Most of the time I just try to press on, living day by day, hour by hour, focusing on the tasks at hand. But anytime I stop to look at what it is on the whole at the moment, where it's been, where it's going, it's disheartening. My life isn't anything like what I want it to be. From my perspective, it's a hopeless ruin with no possibility of ever being anything good.

That's my pessimistic nature talking, though. In fact, even looking at life through the scope of "what it looks like to me right now" is pretty bleak. Our view is so limited, it's easy to get caught up in temporary worries. So my life appears to be pure chaos, and I have no idea where it's going or what I should be doing about it. But really, does anyone ever know anything about their life for sure? Relying on circumstances being what they should be isn't Godly living. Relying on God's provision is.

I know this God that takes all things and makes them good in the most unlikely of ways. How we don't understand, can't comprehend, how beautiful something will be until we're looking back on it, seeing all the toil and suffering poured out on it. And what better way to glorify Him? That is my one hope, through all of this: that God, the Great Physician and Supreme Artist, can heal my broken heart and shattered life, and make this wreckage into something uniquely beautiful.