The End

I just finished reading Tommy Wallach's We All Looked Up, and if I wasn't reading the ebook version, I would have thrown it across the room. 

But I don't want to talk about the book.

If the world will come to an end a month from now, I probably won't be hysterical. 

Everyone has regrets--should've-beens and could've-beens, and sure, I wish I would get to travel the world and get married before I die. However, I'd like to think that I have lived my life in the best way I could, given the circumstances. I don't have much--I never did--but for what I do have, I'm grateful. I am not a genius or a prodigy, but whatever little talents I've been given, I did not neglect. I am not blameless, but I try to live as righteously as I can. I am not worthy, but He has filled my life with love. I am surrounded with the love of those who matter. True, some of that love may not come in the form or intensity that I wanted, but I am thankful nonetheless. Life has been good. God has been good to me.

When the end comes, I will gladly put my hands in His.

Everything

On clear nights, I get to see a blanket of stars just by pushing my curtains to the side. Whenever I'm reading a book I can't put down, I can even see the sky magically changing from the deepest black to azure to a breathtaking blend of reds and violets then--finally--to the blue we all know.

There are days when I forget all that's lost and all that hasn't arrived, and simply feel grateful for the grace that fills my hands and the love that fills my heart.

The world tells me there are so many things I should gain, but looking back, my happiest moments have never been costly. I'm happiest when I see Him in the mountains and hear Him in the rain. When I feel Him in the wind and smell Him in the flowers. When I stand in awe of Him.

The world may tell me that I have nothing, but I know in my heart that because I have God, I have more than enough. I have everything.