The Best Is Yet To Come

The best is yet to come.

It’s my tagline—but it’s more than that. I truly believe it. I write it in my journal every day. Dan Sullivan has an idea to always make your future bigger than your past. That’s cool. It’s powerful. And it really stimulates continuous growth if you’re bold enough to take the idea seriously.

It’s a great rule to live life by. But we know that life ends. Then what? How can the best be yet to come when we’re facing down our final days?

Well, that’s when the statement really works its magic.

As humans, we fear death—and from the point of view of our egos, that’s totally understandable. It means the lights go out. No more. Nada. It’s over.

But as a person of faith, it’s made very clear to me that the moment we pass from this world to the next is only the beginning. The infinite glory, energy, and love that awaits us is incomprehensible to our humanistic egos. But there’s a part in all of us that knows—that even at the moment of passing, the best is yet to come.

Okay—this has become more morbid than I had planned!

But that only feels negative if we view death as a punishment. That’s not how I see it at all. God punishing us with death would be like punishing your kids by making them go to Disneyland!

When my sister was killed by a drunk driver, I didn’t have a clear framework to figure out what happened to her. I was desperate for answers. Some came immediately. Some are still revealing themselves.

What was immediately clear was that she didn’t deserve some sort of ultimate punishment. She wasn’t taken from us by God. Her physical fate was sealed by human choices. But ultimately, she was in a better place. I don’t say that hyperbolically—I mean it literally.

For her, as for all of us, always… the best is yet to come.

Her death was—and is still—understandably viewed as a tragedy. I still struggle with the fact that it has led to so many blessings for me. It led me to a great enlightenment. A closer relationship with God. A deeper understanding of love.

I remember coming home the night of her funeral and writing about the love that was felt by us from so many people, and recognizing the true nature of infinite love and the power it has to conquer all.

I’ve since lost that writing in a technological blunder, which I hope to recover or recreate for a future blog.

Until then… and infinitely beyond… the best is yet to come