Unexpected Finish Line

We stood on Mount Nebo last week, looking out over the Jordan Valley, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Moses.

This was the spot. The place where he saw the Promised Land—but didn’t enter it.

It’s hard to describe what that view does to you. The land stretches out like a living painting—Jericho in the distance, the curve of the Jordan River, the hazy hint of Jerusalem far beyond. It’s beautiful. And for Moses, after forty years of wandering, leading, mediating, interceding—it must have been bittersweet.

He made it all the way to the edge… and that’s where his journey ended.

That hits deep.

Because let’s be honest—sometimes we walk in obedience and still don’t get the result we imagined. We pour our lives into something and don’t get to see it fully bloom. We pray, we trust, we keep going… and then God says, “Stop here. I’ll take it from here.”

Mount Nebo reminded me that success in God’s Kingdom isn’t crossing the finish line ourselves—it’s being faithful with our part of the race. Moses didn’t fail. He fulfilled his calling. He trusted God. And then, from that mountaintop, he let go.

As I stood there, I prayed quietly:
“God, help me be faithful, even if I don’t get to see how the story ends.”

That view from Mount Nebo is a view of trust. It’s a reminder that God keeps His promises—whether we see them fulfilled in our lifetime or not. And it’s also a reminder that the story is never really about us anyway. It’s always about Him.