A friend of mine told me Sunday night that she spent two hours reading my blog trying to see what happens next in my story. (Which was a little intimidating.) But it is like reading the middle of a book and reading back to page one. The kicker is, I'm not the author. Yes, I stay up in the wee hours of the evening typing furiously or I slack off at work to tell you something that might make you grin. I guess the real author of this story, just like your story, would have to be God. It sounds very hallmark of me, I know, but its true when you think about it. He's the Grand Designer. Which is a very Sunday school term to call Him.
Take this blog for example. It's given me the opportunity to give you a glimpse of what my world is like. My relationship with God. The people who are near and dear to my heart. The laugh-out-loud that randomly appears every so often. My trials, my failures, victories and bottom-of-the-ninth successes. All God's doing. I had little to do with it. Except the failure things, I'm pretty sure that's where I didn't heed His guidance and took things into my own hands. And they fell apart. But, the God who pursues me and still loves me enough to let me yell at Him and pout and act like the child I am still accepts me! I love that about Him. Grace. I definitely like His grace...
I'm wondering at what point I'm at in His story and how that will continue to affect mine. I've recently come to the eerily calm idea that its ok that there are unknowns in my life. I told a friend of mine today that I feel pliable. Like silly putty. Yep, I just equated the most intimate and important relationship in my life to a ball of malleable goo. Hope God finds my sense of humor charming and delightful...
I'm wondering at what point I'm at in His story and how that will continue to affect mine. I've recently come to the eerily calm idea that its ok that there are unknowns in my life. I told a friend of mine today that I feel pliable. Like silly putty. Yep, I just equated the most intimate and important relationship in my life to a ball of malleable goo. Hope God finds my sense of humor charming and delightful...
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I'm sure He doesn't mind the analogy. One of my favorite songs is "Potter's Hand". It's pretty cool to have that feeling of being ready for Him to start molding. I just wish I wouldn't slip out of His hands and slide under the door when He started.
I love the idea that life is a story. The neat thing is that in every other story, the people just do what the author tells them. But in our stories, we have a relationship with the Author. He not only guides us along, but He allows us to yell at Him, laugh and cry with Him.
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