There is something magical that happens when one picks up a pen and write out a story, a novel with characters and plots and climax and twisted endings. Most people would believe that the most joyously part of writing or reading a novel is the anticipation for the ending. Some of the writers would admit that they wouldn’t even formulate the ending while they are in the process of writing. I, on the other hand, is notoriously known for reading the last page of each novel before proceeding to read the rest. There is something unsettling for me to not know the ending while I am in the midst of a significant story.
However, there is one story that does not give me the option of jumping to the last page of the book. And that is life. However, when I learned to pause and reflect and realize that in fact the most exciting part was never the end of the story, but rather the process, in the midst of seemingly confusing circumstances, our characters are being conformed to the likeness of Christ, our lives are transformed and in the thickets of Jordan is when Heaven touches Earth and I find myself resting in God’s heavenly arms. This perspective about life also miraculously cured my addiction to worry and eased stress in the thickets of Jordan and in the midst of storm. So then, who cares about the ending, just as long as I am in God’s arms! :D

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