|"Eternity is daily. Forever is here."|
THERE IS NO DOWN SIDE. The Word says we go from glory to glory. It’s not a life of ups and downs, nor mountains and valleys. It’s not ins and outs, one minute up, one minute down, next minute level with the ground. Instead, consumed by sin, dead to life, we are filled with His Spirit and raised up to heavenly places. Seated there with the King, there is no returning to the old man we once were. There is no going back but only a glorious going forward, a pressing inward, a climbing higher. We learn more, we lean more, we love more. We see more.
What is abundance, is exceeding, draws us to Him, closer. Closer, ’til His still, small voice is directly in our ear. We are one note among thousands. Yet a single note sung holds the measure and the tune plays onward. The verse plays into the chorus and the chorus into the bridge. Ongoing, not ending. Blending. Our voice in concert. Not one tune but ten. Not ten but twenty, and the symphony He’s Risen has no sour note.
There is no underneath. Just a continuous overhead, and over-the-top, and overflowing. There’s His presence at daybreak, His presence at noon, His presence in the evening, and in the wee hours, when our eyelids are heavy, in that moment between midnight and dawn, a prayer on our lips, He’s there, speaking. We need not fear going backward. We need not fear losing pace. Nor rising and falling from day to day. We need not fear Him at all. Because this which He’s filled our vessel, never slacks, but only grows stronger.
Never dies, but lives ever. Never sinks, but floats high. Our footsteps are steady, our heartbeat goes on. A walk, a dance, a shuffle or two, with joy in the motion and a flamenco tune. With laughter and His goodness, our glass of life full. There is no falling downward with our hands raised upward, no inside-out churning, but a glory inward which carries us onward toward a heavenly prize.
Eternity is daily. Forever is here. What is now temporary fades away into unending promises, into the next blessing, and the next, and the next. Each new moment another beat in the rhyming of the Savior’s poem, and we are the words read onto the canvas, rolled up in the story, He’s written in blood. Advancing. Increasing. Growing. Fulfilling. One day in diamonds. Another in gold.
“And that he might make known the riches of his glory on the vessels of mercy, which he had afore prepared unto glory,” (Romans 9:23)
“Every spiritual blessing in the heavenly realm has already been lavished upon us as a love gift from our wonderful heavenly Father, the Father of our Lord Jesus—all because he sees us wrapped into Christ. This is why we celebrate him with all our hearts!” (Ephesians 1:3 TPT)
Suzanne D. Williams, Author