Just when the caterpillar thought her life was over, she began to fly.
Just when the Jewish leaders thought they had stopped Jesus, a new day came. A new beginning. A better story.
The pain, suffering, mocking, betrayal was brutal, no doubt. But it had purpose.
There is beauty in new beginnings. There is nothing magical about a calendar flip to a new year, but there is magic in hope for what is to come.
I often think about what keeps some people pressing on and some stuck. I think the key ingredient is hope and purpose. Yes, hope in the secured future in Jesus, but also in the current tangible reaching for goals. Taking steps—even if tiny—toward doing what you love and what God has given you a passion to do.
We can’t all just quit our jobs and responsibilities, but there are things we can do alongside them that will feed our soul. And I firmly believe God is working in our current situations to sharpen our skills for our next calling. It all matters — the good, the bad, the mundane.
A new beginning is a beautiful thing. Embrace it. Take steps and even risks toward that which you know God is calling you to.