Tomorrow morning my church plans to say farewell to me during its Thanksgiving service. I am grateful for this gesture, for I know it is heartfelt and sincere. My pastor, the staff, the volunteers, the parents, and their children all mean so much to me. It will be a delight to spend a morning with them, remembering what God has done and looking forward to what he plans.
With every ending there awaits a new beginning. We sometimes forget this. We mourn the loss of what once was, and that is valid. Yet, there is a new season on the horizon. For me. For the church. As I have said in previous posts, I do not know what the future holds. Yet, I believe without reservation that God is not surprised and that he is in control.
Sometimes new beginnings take time to develop fully. Consider a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly, or a mustard seed slowly developing into a healthy fully-formed tree. What seems impossible in the natural is the domain of a loving God who creates and sustains us.