Unfinished

Seven. Seven times I have sat down to type over the past two years. Seven times, the words started pouring out. Seven times I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t hit post, I couldn’t finish a thought. Seven times the words came, and left. Now those words lie in the grave yard of my drafts, unfinished waiting for a day that may not yet come.

Funny how, it’s not just the words that sit unfinished. It’s the projects, the work, and the goals. The things I said I would and could accomplish. They just sit. Half done. Unfinished. Drafts of what could be.

Isn’t that what life is? A draft. Unfinished. A “preliminary version” according to a quick google search for a definition. I guess it depends on who you ask and what you believe.

For me, ultimately life is a draft, its the first version. It’s the version that is constantly getting edited, and rewritten. Waiting for the final copy, that day when life is made new, the day all tears are dried up. The day I see Jesus face to face.

What do I do in the meantime? What do I do with this “preliminary version”? Unfinished, it doesn’t sound catchy does it? But what if we flipped the script. What if instead of looking at unfinished at something negative what if we spin in it around. What if we look at unfinished and only see the good. The things left to accomplish, the endless opportunities and possibilities.

Suddenly, unfinished doesn’t seem so bad. Because, I am. I am unfinished. I haven’t accomplished the goals I have set out for myself, or my family. I haven’t became the person I was created to be yet. But..I am BECOMING.

Woah. Say it with me. I am becoming.

I am unfinished.

I am becoming.

Becoming who or what? I’m not sure. I do know that there are big dreams waiting for me, some I know, some I have snippets of. Others I’m I don’t even see coming but I am sure they are there. Because I know God has given me this: He has created me for BIG life, not a small one.

To live my my BIG life, I have to LIVE it. I can’t watch it happen that’s how small life’s happen. I have to live it, I have to work at it.

Being unfinished, becoming. Those require work to get to the end.

So here I am. Writing, crossing off a goal of finishing a post and hitting publish. Not letting these words go unsaid. The funny thing as I write and the words just spill out, I’m not even sure half the time where they will lead me, or where will end up. Just like now, I’m not sure how to tidy this up into a neat little crafty end tag. Some catchy one liner to end on. And maybe that’s the whole point of this post.

It’s in the becoming, its in the unfinished, where we find the greatest beauty, where we find ourselves. Where we find our big life, where we find our joy. It’s not about where we started, or where we will end up. It’s about the journey. Life is about the adventure.