Too often our lives are soiled to desperation by endings that in reality are magnificently outnumbered by beginnings. And unless we become convinced that an ending is always the birthplace of a beginning that is on its way, we will live terribly soiled lives.

A sunset is nothing more and nothing less than the backside of a sunrise.

An end is only a beginning in disguise.

Time is the great intimidator, steadily stealing away precious seconds with no pause in the stealing. And such thievery leads us to believe that in time, the pilfering of these seconds will eventually exhaust all such seconds, leaving us at the ‘end’ of everything. Yet, God states that the seconds are actually the countdown to the ‘beginning’ everything.

It is the man without vision who sees only an ending. Yet, it is the man of faith who sees an ending as the very place from which a thousand beginnings will be birthed.

If I am brave enough to stand against those who have been groomed by fear, I will recognize that where I get knocked down is all about where life begins, and has nothing to do with where it ends.

If you dare to go deep and touch the edges of your soul, in that encounter you will realize that you are not made for an end. Rather, there is something that says that we are the stuff of beginnings.

The size of an ending will never offset the inevitability of a beginning.