I love beginnings. I love surprises. I love hope. I love family. I love my children. I love the stories of my family and how each moment is another day of beginning. It is another white page.
There is an order unfolding in a beginning. There is a plan shaping, one decision at a time. And while I have a plan and I know what’s ahead, the discovery of watching you begin again never stops stirring my heart. For you are new, this day, with a story you’ve lived already, but yet still—still, brand new.
I love celebrating my union with you. I love the celebration of the body fully formed, the bride united and whole.
Do not be dismayed by how things seem like they change so very slowly—how the difficult circumstances you face don’t seem to go away. This temporary life now is a thin mask for what is still to come. Your yearning for Me—for connection with Me—ushers in the next beginning, you seeing Me in the midst of this world’s worries.
I love the story of this world, and I love the story of you.
Beginning happened the day the light was formed, the day my Son was born, the day the Word came down. Beginning happened the day all story began to be told.
Beginning happened before you took in your first breath. Beginning happened before the pain came in, before the regret shaped you, before sin was taken off your shoulders. Beginning happened when my Son chose to die.
Beginning happened the day He rose. Beginning happened the day you opened your eyes this day. Beginning happened the moment you sought Me. This is the beginning.
I am the beginning. Stay close. I am where beginnings happen. Here, now, the moment you breathed your first and last breath.
“Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.”
Revelation 21:2 NKJV
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