The End of Me
It seems that the thing to do is to tell people, especially children, that they can do or be anything they dream, if they will just go after it and not quit. While there may be some truth in that, my experience hasn’t been exactly like that. Along the path of life there is one thing I repeatedly run into… THE END OF ME. That’s right, I get to the end of what my abilities, intelligence, motivation and perseverance can do. Somehow, I think I’m not the only one.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating quitting. What I have discovered is that there is a God who loves me and is for me and He has no end or beginning for that matter. Not only that, but He seems to be pleased when I discover that I need Him and humble myself to admit that. I never cease to be amazed at the pleasure my Father in heaven has when He does life WITH me. It’s funny; I’ve discovered that I love that too.
When I find the end of me, I also discover that my Father God is just getting started. I think I’ll just hang with Him!