Imagine you are Ruth, and you knew when your Boaz would come.
Would you still marry Naomi’s son?
Would you endure the famine and the lack?
Would you still wave as Orpah turns back?
If only… if only you could see where the story is going.
Imagine you are Hannah, and you knew when Samuel would be born.
Would you still whisper prayers each dawn?
Would you silence Peninnah with grace?
Would you still vow to give your miracle away?
If only… if only you could see where the story is going.
Imagine you are Joseph, and you knew you would be Prince of Egypt. Would you embrace the pit, the prison, the pain?
Would you still run from temptation, still stand in accusation, still wait in frustration? Knowing the palace was part of the gain? Stairs to the palace?
If only… if only you could see where the story is going.
Imagine you’re Abraham—
Isaac promised, Isaac sure.
Would you still wrestle with doubt?
Would you still take Hagar?
A back-up plan that cost too much?
Would you still push, still force?
Still try to take matters into your own hands?
If only… if only you could see where the story is going.
Now imagine YOU—
that job you prayed for lands next month.
Would you still grind today?
That person you long for shows up next week.
Would you still fast, still pray?
That opportunity—already open in heaven,
Would you still show up, faithful, unseen,
As if the breakthrough was already yours?
If only… if only you could see where the story is going.
choose patience.
choose trust.
choose integrity.
choose effort.
For today is the seed of tomorrow.
And when the story unfolds, Once the picture is painted, You will see why today is worth the grind.
Tomorrow is worth the fight.
