The end of a thing…

The smile on my face whimpers away when I hear the expression, “All good things must come to an end!” Nobody truly likes hearing that as it is never easy breaking free from the grip of that which has kept our gaze squarely transfixed for a given time. Yet as the screeching sound of the closing door of the past slams shut behind me, the eerie cold hand of the unknown stretches out its hand to lay hold of the central chamber of my heart and mind. It is never easy to leave the familiar surroundings of a near perfect place which actually became a well decorated comfort zone in my life. Now the door staring me in the eye beckons me to cross its threshold to lay hold of a copious number of a myriad of blessings God has prepared for me. Life has been a stern educator, yet teaching me that the end of a thing is better than the beginning of anything.

The end or latter of a thing is the custodian of valuable secrets. Before it delivers any person to the door of the unknown, it whispers eternal truths about us to the time to come. It makes known that God’s Spirit will hover over our beginning just as He did over the mass of deep dark water before earth saw birth to His brilliant light. The end must give way to a beginning and wait its turn to usher us into the courtyard of the road that leads to our glorious destiny. There God waits for us to crown our heads with the richness of His majesty and fill our hearts to overflowing.

I have learnt that for in every heart wrenching goodbye lies the promise of a welcoming hello, be it in this life or beyond. Every gate that closes opens ways to a path often not tread before. That once a wheel stops turning it brings our vehicle to a place where a visitation is considered paramount. It makes me understand that the end of one chapter gives an opportunity to venture onto a new page with its own remarkable adventure. I see the last crust of bread in my breadbasket as a miraculous way for God to fill my pantry with that which is new and scrumptiously fresh. I see any person at the end of their tether being rescued by Almighty God and brought to safety at a pit-stop called New Hope.

As each day draws to the proverbial end, I look ahead to a new beginning. For though I cannot see what my future holds, I know that God has promised that the glory of the latter will exceed the glory of the former. I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the end is not meant to be a solemn affair. It simply serves as God’s faithful chaperone to bring me closer to where I want to be… to the One who is the Beginning and my very End.