There's a lot of severely over-romanticized talk about the importance of living every day as if it were your last, about enjoying every moment of life. But the reality is, we can't do that. It's exhausting. And it's not real life.
The reality is, all of us have stretches of our lives that just aren't scintillating. Most of us have seasons that are somewhere between boring and hellish.
You probably have a season like that--a summer or a year or a couple years where you look back and wonder what that was all about. Like you were sleep-walking, or stuck in a deep, deep rut...or a nightmare you couldn't quite get out of.
In Ephesians there's an interesting word to describe us as we commit ourselves to God: we are "his handiwork." The Greek word there is "poemas"--our word for poems. We are God's poems.
The thing about great poems is that (unlike rambling blog posts) every word does work. There's no wasted words in a great poems. Great poets make sure that every word does exactly what it's supposed to--great poetry is lean and exacting, even when it flows and wanders.
God is a great poet. Your life and mine are his poems. As such, there are no wasted seasons in his hands. Every season of your life and mine is meant to do work, will do work, in the hands of the one who is the perfect poet.
Some good news to lean into next time you're in a season of life that doesn't feel particularly spectacular.
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