Not Finished
“Behold, I am making all things new.”
— Revelation 21:5
Last week, I found myself in a hospital room, wearing one of those thin plastic bracelets with my name printed where fear could read it.
There are moments when the body interrupts every plan, and it did just that.
The room was bright in the way hospital rooms are bright, without warmth, without softness, full of machines and waiting. I did not feel brave. I felt small. Human. A little stunned by how quickly life can change its tone without asking permission.
But God was there.
Not loudly.
Not with an explanation.
Not with the kind of certainty that makes fear disappear, though that is what I wanted.
Only near.
In the steadying of breath.
In the kindness of a nurse named Rachel.
In the strange mercy of being watched over when I could not watch over myself.
And somewhere inside that room, beneath the monitor, the questions, and the bracelet bearing my name, something in me heard it:
Not finished.
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Reader response to “Not Finished”
The restraint here is what makes it land—choosing 'only near' over easy reassurance, and letting a nurse named Rachel carry the weight of God's kindness. The short, stacked lines give the fear and the mercy room to breathe, and the closing turn on 'Not finished' is quietly powerful.
—Jeff, BCWorldview