I remember sitting in my psychiatrist’s office fishing for some sympathy. I told him I thought my life was over. I would grow old without ever seeing my dreams fulfilled. My life would have no legacy. He looked straight at me and said, “Who promised you a legacy? Who promised you purpose?” He opened his desk drawer and drew out a pocket New Testament and began reading me verses on the love of God. There was no guarantee of the legacy I wanted. There was no guarantee of the purpose I felt was my due, just the promise of the everlasting love of God in Christ.
