And through to the end.

This is the beginning. But unlike other beginnings, when we instinctively knew how to take our first breath or first scream or first smile, we will actually remember this beginning.  And to be sure, we will have all the other beginnings to help us remember how beginnings are done, for each one has been placed on top of one another like layers of slimy paper mache.
Why is it that the first paragraph is the hardest hurdle in writing papers?
For many reasons, endings are much harder than beginnings, but with every beginning there is an ending of a different sort.
Why is it that I so often resist change, when new creation is God's ultimate goal?
All things new, all things new.
The reality of going to Ireland won't actually hit me until I'm sitting on the plane, headed to Ireland and then finally land in Dublin. How absolutely strange that will be. And actually, the act of imagining has gotten me into some trouble lately, since there is no way of knowing how things will turn out, yet I keep trying anyway.
But this I will cling to all my days:
That God's abundant love is stronger than any of our fears.
How I long to see God's Kingdom Come...
In the beginning and through to the end.