I had the opportunity to pre-screen The Song. It was such a great movie!
Imagine a love story by Nicholas Cage–minus the death–and the life of King Solomon modernized. The movie was real, messy even, and yet moving.
Here’s what I took away:
For years, I wondered what would’ve made me enough for my parents to stay. My dad was not in the picture. My mom chose men and addictions over her children. These memories have left a deep impression.
I daily have to stop myself from going back to those times, to adding disappointment to everything now. This calculated disappointment is crippling. Imagine going from color to black and white. The fuzzy, hazy hue distorts any goodness.
The same thing happened to Jed (the main character of The Song). His life fluctuated between seasons of hardship and overwhelming goodness. All along, he couldn’t see the beauty of his marriage to Rose or the joy in his son’s eyes. Even when his dreams came true it was never enough.
I don’t want to wake up one day and realize that I’ve missed it.
How sad would that be?
The goodness and bounty of God’s love squandered because of past hurts. Never letting myself heal and experience God’s best for my life.
That’s the ultimate tragedy.
Worse than a bad childhood. Worse than a dead end career. Worse than never having a family of your own.
All of those things pale in comparison to not recognizing the goodness around you.
I’m tired of missing it.
I’m ready to let the winds of change, the breath of God Himself, carry me farther than I ever dreamed.
Question: What’s holding you back from experiencing God’s best for you?