I had dinner with a friend last week who brought up the myth of arrival. She said that, even in seasons when things seem to fall into place (a promotion at work, a new relationship, a good diagnosis, even the bite of a perfect summer peach), that we can still feel loneliness, sadness, confusion or grief. Two things can be true at once. Perhaps we never quite arrive, even when we’ve prayed or hoped for a happy ending or an “easy chapter” of life.
Luckily, we worship a God who holds both with us, carrying us through the moments of crucifixion and resurrection—sometimes all in a day, a week, or a year.
May you feel the freedom to let go of the pressure to arrive and instead lean into the wild journey of life, trusting a God that walks with us through it all.