on a night like tonight, I can’t help but remember the past, and the future.
The weather outside is warm, but with a chill on the breeze,
like all those nights of driving home after a late friday with friends, windows down, playing my sad songs on the road home.all the same, i’m living in the future,
getting inspired by a hero i’ve never met while chatting with lifelong friends from across the country.the world may not be in the best shape: politicians are still deplorable, people are still starving.
things may seem downright scary or depressing on a micro level (or at least in the abstract),
and there’s not much to do to make it right.but pulled back, what do I have?
i’m living in the Future,
and the same Me who survived the heartache and turmoil of those long drive nights is the me filled with passion,
and goals and plans today.
and every bit of what it took before led me here.
Yes, even the childish laziness and abject fear of my thesis writing.
Yes, even the uncertainty (past and present) of a career path or a five-year plan.
It all matters. It all counts. And I trust that the Lord has built a universe in which these threads tie together more than they ever split apart.
I hope Future Me has exponentially more to be thankful for, in looking back at how it all fits together with even sharper eyes, with even a clearer view.
At the moment, though, I can’t imagine feeling much more warm and full than I do now.
“We look out way down past the road we came from. We’re looking at redemption--it was hidden in the landscape of loss and love and fire and rain. Never would have come this way looking for redemption.” - Dan Haseltine
Peace and love,