Beginnings are usually scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s what’s in the middle that counts. So when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up. And it will.          {Hope Floats Movie}

We are at the beginning. And the end. And the middle. Saying goodbye to one place, one home. The end. Saying hello to a new place, a new home. The beginning. And it’s all happening in the middle. The middle of the year, the middle of school, the middle of raising kids, the middle of making our family who it is. The middle of life. I guess it would be nice if beginnings were just beginnings and endings were just endings and they didn’t have to happen right in the middle of all the things, but I don’t think that’s usually how it goes.

The beginning and the end actually are the middle. It’s all happening at the same time. I keep waiting for something to end before I start. Waiting for something to start before I end but the middle is now. It’s in the ends. It’s in the beginnings. This is life. Now. And it’s scary and it’s sad sometimes, but it’s where we live.

We are on our third cross-country move in two years time. I keep saying, “Once we get settled then I’ll write. Once we get settled then I’ll read. Once we get settled then I’ll teach the kids the things they need to know.” But what they need to know is how to do this beginning, middle and end thing. This is where life is happening. In the hard. In the transition. In the movement. In the middle. It’s happening fast and in between the waves of it all there’s Jesus. He’s moving with us, providing for us, giving us chances to love others, to love each other, right in the heart of our hard. He’s teaching us, redeeming us, right here in this mess where our truth is revealed.

There’s nothing to wait for. The time to learn. The time to teach. The time to love. It’s now. He’s moving through it all, growing us, as we pack, as we drive, as we are stretched thin, as we stress, as we argue, as we sleep on floors and eat cereal for dinner, as we laugh about it all, as we cry about it all.

I’m scared. I’m sad. But hope is floating. Hope, because He takes each and every small and big thing and he molds it and he shapes it. He moves it around and weaves it together until it’s something beautiful. Something good. He molds us and shapes us. He weaves our pieces together, the good ones and the bad and makes us something beautiful. Something good. Whether it be the beginning or the end, it’s always the middle, and there is always hope. I will keep watching for the beautiful. For the good. Because it’s there. And it’s now. It’s here. The beauty and the good, weaved seemlessly into all the hard. I’ve seen it before and I’ll see it again. I’ve seen it today and I’ll see it tomorrow as long as I keep looking up. You’ll see it too, just keep looking. Up to Jesus, where hope is floating high.




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