Eternity in Our Hearts

Quite often, since the loss of my brother and mother, I find myself thinking about eternity. Not as something far away or vague. No. Eternity is something deep and real. It’s almost like a seed that was planted inside us long before we took our first breath. 

It’s not strange that we struggle to understand life and death. When God first created people, there was no death, no end at all. We were meant to live forever with Him. “He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” — Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NIV) 

I believe that’s why, even when everything feels heavy or sad, there is still a small part of us that refuses to give up. Something deep inside makes us believe that life is worth living, that there must be more to life than pain and suffering, and more to simply existing. 

Time is relative. It bends and stretches. One hour can feel like forever, and a whole year can pass in the blink of an eye. The psalmist reminds us of life’s brevity: “Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.” — Psalm 90:10 (NIV) 

At first, it may feel heavy, even discouraging, to think our time is so short. But maybe it’s not meant to bring despair. It’s the paradox: we weren’t created for seventy or eighty years alone. We were made for eternity. And that’s why all the things we collect — money, possessions, even success — never fill the emptiness we sometimes feel. They only make us chase after more of the same. 

What we really long for is not “more things.” It’s something sacred. We were not made to be filled by the world, but by the One who made the world. 

Death always feels wrong because it is wrong. It was never part of God’s first plan. But through Jesus, the way back to life has been opened. Not just life here, but life forever with Him. 

Now, our bodies are fragile and often tired, but our hearts keep longing for wellness. The groaning is real — it’s the part of us that longs for hope, for light, for eternity. 

In my case, my body is done with the struggle! Living with peripheral neuropathy is a physical obstacle, but also hard on the mind. Many mornings are so overwhelming. The weight of knowing I must face another day with pain can press heavily. But, I remind myself: pain is not my master. It’s my teacher. It doesn’t govern me; it guides me forward, reshaping how I think and how I face the day. 

Still! The struggle to move is there. So, whenever I feel depleted, I remind myself: eternity is within me. I wasn’t made to live in pain, but to live in hope. To shine even a small light in the darkness. To be kind, to be truthful, to stay humble before God. 

And also, I remind myself that I’m not alone. Many people are suffering the burden of this imperfect life. Even today, with all its struggles, we can still live with a thankful heart, do good where we can, and hold on to the thought of forever. “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.” — 2 Corinthians 4:16–17 

Perhaps the question isn’t how short life is, or how heavy time feels, but where our focus rests. If we fix our eyes only on what is fragile and temporary, the weight of it all will crush us. But if we lift our eyes to the eternal — to the One who placed eternity in our hearts — then even seventy or eighty years become filled with meaning.

This is the real paradigm shift: Where is your focus? Not on what fades, but on what lasts. Not on fear, but on hope. Not on time running out, but on eternity already begun.

Be Still. Make Room.

There are people who move through a day as though through a storm, their eyes lowered, their hearts closed.
They say they are busy.
The hours are too short, the burden of life too heavy, the path forward too steep.

And so they focus on everything and nothing.

Small tasks are dropped by the wayside, like stones unnoticed on the road.
They focus on negativity.  

They say, people are careless, people are lazy, people do not think.
Systems are broken. The world is evil.
The end has come.

Some ignore the negativity and drift like clouds in their own realms of stupor. 
Some sink into the muck and mire of the world.

People are in conflict, mostly with each other.

When the ear is closed, the river of love between people dries to a trickle.
When the heart is distracted, the field of care lies barren.
And a voice unheeded is like a seed cast upon rock. It cannot take root. It cannot grow.

What does this tell us of the state of man?

That he builds his houses high, but neglects the foundation.
That his hands are full of harvest, yet his soul goes hungry.
That he moves with the swiftness of the wind, yet passes by the spring that could quench his thirst.

The world grows louder, but man grows blind and deaf.
The days shorten, like the shadows of evening, yet his attention grows thinner.
And though he sows much, he often sows without depth, and reaps little that endures.

Goodness is not absent.
We need only to turn our eyes upon the small and hidden things, upon that which is often passed by in haste.

Goodness is here, waiting to be seen.

It requires no effort from us to see it.
We do not need to fix anything to find it.
We only need to stand without judgment.
Open our eyes.
Open our ears.

Open our hearts.

Be still.
Make space in our hearts.

When we pay attention, when we look and listen with gentleness and reverence, then what is good will grow, as a seed grows when the earth gives it room.

The seed of goodness waits – not in the world out there, but in the quiet you make within yourself.