Oh, how amazing is this conviction: that whatever I do, wherever I’m at, it’s not over yet. It’s not in its final state. It doesn’t have to be complete now. There’s a good chance it’ll get slightly better tomorrow, next month, next year. I’ll learn how to do it a little better. I’ll discover new ways to approach it. I’ll have a little more resources. Circumstances will shift. Something will open up.

Everything is a process. Or it’s in one.

Embracing the expectation that things should be final right here and right now will burn me up inside.

I must teach myself to enjoy being in the middle of the journey. In fact, that’s the only place I’ll ever be. I’ll never reach some final destination. Even eternal life with my God will be an infinite process.

Today is kinda in progress.