When I look back on my life, I’m shocked at how little I’ve known through the years about what God was truly doing in my life. I’ve had doors close and I’ve watched them open. I’ve had things handed to me, and I’ve had things ripped from my hands. At times I thought that I knew for certain God’s purpose for my life, and though I may have been correct in what I was thinking, little did I know that all I had discerned was a mere brushstroke of a grand masterpiece God was painting on the canvas of my life. As I look back and see that God is good, the tiny, limited perspective God has granted me, well, that’s okay with me. I’m just happy for God to be God.
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1). Everything has a beginning and an end. And the timing of each start and finish is with purpose, by God’s design.