She has a pulse. Beating heart and tear-stained eyes serve as a reminder that all good things must come to an end. Good things are a pleasant reminder that all bad things must come to and end. And, when you really think about it, life isn’t so bad after all, friend. We move on. Upwards and onwards towards the tomorrow we once trembled to think about. It is brighter than it first seemed. No longer afraid to fall asleep, but eager to start again and find a new start with each morning. His mercies are new every morning, as is our opportunity to serve, trust, and love Him. Do not hesitate, friend.
Once again, I am overwhelmed by the provision and mercy that God has shown in my life. He truly has been good to me, through the thick and thin times, I know He is there as a watchful eye over His children. There have been many moments where I’ve questioned and wondered when life will finally ‘happen’ in the professional sense. I feel as if this is finally sparking itself into being. I am growing up.
As I continue to read from The Empty Hourglass, I cannot help but marvel at the things of the past that should have prevented the entire Plaat family from existing. A sprained ankle, keeping my grandfather from boarding the final parachute drop that would have ended his life; taking the lives of 22 young men as the plan crashed into the ground. Sitting on that hospital bed, recovering from his injury sustained from a previous jump, I cannot help but wonder what his experience with God was like at that moment. Did he realize the hand of the Almighty was upon his life?
He wrote of the confidence he gained in knowing his fathers blood ran through his veins. I cannot help but feel the same way, sitting in the relative comfort of a coffee shop, while wanting to leap outside and grab life by the balls, submitting it to my will. Sip. Sip. Sip. We’ve become a society of neutered men. Our deepest battles are the struggle we face to get out of bed in the morning. Our greatest fight comes from the desire to make it in this world, one step ahead of the Joneses. Our greatest desire is to find ourselves between the legs of a supermodel. What do we have to live for, friend? We’ve lost the idea of what it means to have passion and excitement in our lives. Tick. Tick. Tick. Time screams by and takes no prisoners.
“I come that you might have life, and life more abundantly” said Christ. Every single day I realize more of what this means. In this life, we were not meant to be short-changed. However, we must first step to plate before expecting to hit a home run. Get out of the dugout.
Reading through this book has spurred me to discover who it is that I am, where I come from, and what the future will hold. I do not believe we are to be a victim of our circumstances, upbringing, or handicaps. Rise above. The exhilaration that comes from knowing the blood of Cornelius Plaat flows through my veins is made much more exciting in knowing this bloodline goes down to its very roots; created in His image. Rather than ask yourself “What do I have to lose?” one ought to ask “What is there to gain?” And then go get it.
Rejuvenated. Refreshed. Rebirthed.