I’ve attended two funerals over the past week.

I’ve heard another story of brokenness.

I’m grieving over my own losses.

And all that is just in my little pocket of the world. There are so many more tragedies in the world at large. Maybe in your corner too.

Sometimes my little piece of the world looks bleak and hopeless, even inconsequential. I tend to let my mind wander…wondering if there’s any purpose in the pain.

I forget there’s an ending to the Story. I forget I’m only in the middle.

But…every once in a while, I take a peek at the last page. And I’m reminded there’s a bigger picture, a much greater story…by the Author and Artist who has created a much greater ending than I could ever imagine. He’s weaving the joys and the sorrows of our lives into a story of redemption and restoration.

In the deaths…

In the brokenness…

In the losses…

Hope.

Hope…because He is making all things new. (Rev. 21:5)