Over the past several days I’ve spent hours upon hours editing my manuscript and need some unrelated writing refreshment. For kicks I looked up the WordPress writing prompt of the day. “Unfinished”. How fitting.
I’ve realized more and more how often I live waiting for projects, trials, seasons, and to-do lists, to be finished. I have that constant illusion that once I complete this or that, I’ll be content. I’m only stressed because of what’s unfinished. But the truth is, for every day I have breath on this earth, my work will always be unfinished.
There is a race to be run and a prize to be sought! If you want the prize, you don’t decide to relax at mile 3, 10, or even 25 of a marathon. You keep pressing on, enduring fatigue, cramps, and blisters and focus on what lies ahead. Even the methods in which you rest and replenish are for the purpose of being strengthened to run. You don’t leave the race unfinished.
This is why it’s so dangerous to live in the ever illusive pursuit of finishing. Someday (hopefully) I’ll finally finish my book. But it’s a lie for me to believe that when that no longer looms over my head, it means I can relax. Someday this season of two-year-old tantrums will be finished, but that won’t mean I’m done discipling my son. Someday our wait for our adoptive daughter will be finished, but that will only bring about new and unfinished work.
If we are to serve the Lord faithfully, we need to be comfortable living in the “unfinished.” Otherwise, we’ll keep waiting for that breath of relief and grow discouraged when it never comes, or worse, waste our lives seeking it. The moment we feel we can sit back and relax is the moment we’ve forgotten our mission. Every day we reside on earth is because the Lord isn’t finished His work in us or His work through us. There is always another load of laundry to be folded, another meal to make, another way to give, another person to reach, another opportunity to disciple, another good work to do. But as we diligently press forward, while the race is yet unfinished, we pass mile markers reminding us that there is a Savior waiting, who already said, “It is finished” so that we might find our completion in Him.