The Best is Yet to Come
I pulled into the parking lot and shut off my car. I sat there and stared off into the tree line where the birds hopped from branch to branch in the late afternoon sun, carefree and full of song. Our church was hosting a worship night and, as staff, I needed to be there. But I had been holding back emotions from disappointing news I had received earlier that day. Some things that I thought God had arranged and affirmed months prior seemed to be crumbling around me. A future I had envisioned felt like it was being pulled out from under me. I was frustrated, sad, hurt, confused and disappointed. A worship night was the last place I felt like being. I didn't feel like worshipping. After taking a few minutes in the car to shove all the emotions back down, locking them back in their box, I walked into the building and took my position to smile and greet people as they came in. I was holding it together and mentally high-fived myself as it seemed like no one even suspected anything ...
