This is a comment on Endings. And the frequency with which they creep up on you, and how unprepared one is for them - yet how prepared one should be for them.
Two days ago I finished my undergraduate degree. Since, it's been mostly a time of feeling flat. This will pass, and the bittersweet, happy/sad feelings will enter the vacuum.
But we aren't prepared for endings in our culture. Certainly not during the first twenty years of life, anyway. Instead, the first twenty years are full of beginnings, and it is difficult to know how to handle endings. Perhaps the most difficult thing is that the ending is only half here. And, indeed, that the ending will continue in a strangely-familiar-yet-unnervingly-different way.
But with endings do come more beginnings. And that, I expect, will see us through. That, and remembering that He is still worth it.
