lasts suck.
i didn't know that june fifth would be my last day saying "have a nice day" to my bus driver of three years, or the last time i would sit down at the soa cafeteria table closest to the door.
but i guess that's what makes life special.
the fact that there is a small percentage that the breath i'm breathing right now could be my very last not only terrifies me, but also makes me want to cherish it.
and lasts make way for firsts.
the first ray of sunshine wouldn't happen if not for the last raindrop. the last day of school is what makes the first day of summer special.
lasts are inevitable--everything is temporary.
we can celebrate the last of a storm, but even the good things are finite, so we have to cherish them, whether it be a person or a thing or just a moment.
and lasts are for the best.
romans 8:28 promises us that all things work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose.
one thing i've learned is that God doesn't close doors on good opportunity, and that was most definitely learned from experience.
what is meant to be will be, as long as we put God in charge. He promises us in jeremiah 29:11 that He has a plan for us, and if that isn't comforting enough, He tells us that it is to prosper (not to harm) us, and to give us a hope and a future.
lasts are a part of our story, not the end, and they always bring firsts, allow us to cherish what we have, and bring hope in the midst of hard times//7.10.14
