I have always loved a good story. The drama and humor, the twists and turns.
I remember the first time someone said I wrote good stories. I was an 8th grader and I liked being called a writer very much. It took me a couple of decades to call myself one. But once I started, I couldn’t stop the stories.
Recently, I was chatting with my oldest daughter who is now a high school senior (how is that possible? She was a first grader when I started this blog!) at the local community college with dual credit courses. We were talking about her future. She has become quite the artist and has a natural talent for graphic design. But she also excels in science, economics and english and could study any number of things in college.
“Where do you feel God’s pleasure?” I asked her.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“What are you doing when you feel like ‘I was created to do this?” I urged. “For me, it’s writing and telling stories.”
Her face lit up with inspiration and she grabbed her watercolors and supplies to leave the room and I had a feeling we both knew what the next page of her story is going to be.
This online space has been a sacred place for me to tell my story. It’s unreal to think that next month, I will mark ten years of storytelling on this blog. If you’ve read here for awhile (thank you and wow), than you know my story has led me to places I never imagined. It’s been a highlight and a holy honor to tell the stories of impoverished and oppressed women from around the globe.
You’ve read the story of my broken marriage and its restoration.
So, yeah. I’m living this story that I didn’t plan but it’s filled me with so much purpose, I wouldn’t change a page of it. That’s what so amazing about life.
We grow and learn and change and do things we never thought we would do (like homeschool) or could do (like start a non-profit). We celebrate the unexpected joy in the journey.
And we survive the parts of our stories we would have never written that include discouragement (like enduring Hurricane Harvey and postponing our Mercy House Gala) and despair (like going on 16 weeks of a husband who can’t walk and who’s leg bones aren’t fusing) and disappointment (like canceling my upcoming trip to South Asia due to global circumstances I can’t control).
When you’re in the middle of a challenging chapter, it’s good to remember the whole story.
This morning I stood in church, with my husband sitting beside me and we sang
You are my story, You’re my everything
You are my glory, my God, and my King
You are my rock, and You never change
I don’t know what page your life story is telling today. Maybe you’re at total peace or waiting for the next chapter. Perhaps your loving your chapter or dreading the next page.
Yes, our story changes. It takes us shifts in settings and plot twists. But we can trust that God is writing our story. He writes the best stories. He is our story and He never changes.
To tell you my story is to tell you of Him.