You have a story. And it goes way back...
Your story is complex. It is heart and soul. It is full of characters
who will walk in and out of your life. It is comprised of strings tied
to your heart and strings which are severed. It is usually
unpredictable. It is broken as much as it is beautiful. It is full of a
mix of pages... worn, tear-stained and some even impeccable.
You can't turn back the pages and rewrite them or change them to read
the way you would like. Those chapters have passed.... Along with the
promises you clung to or abandoned. Along with the people who made them
or broke them. Every day you changed based on your experiences, your
histories and your hopes. Every day the page waited for your story to be
inked on it based on those changes.
All written before is an
inseparable part of you. You have control over writing... only today.
This knowledge is equally freeing and damning.
So with that you
say goodbye to some of the hard to read words, lines and paragraphs you
left on the previous pages. A new page now. Again. Turning. Writing.
And again. Turning. Writing.
Turning. Writing... Living.
No one expects a perfect story or to know the ending at the beginning.
Who knew which characters would leave too soon or exit altogether? None
the less, all of the people, the words and lines therein filled part of
your porous heart - each one destined. Kindly know, that as much as your
heart swelled or bled dry, each joy, each tear, each chapter you wrote
taught you a lesson in your mortality. And each person taught you a
lesson in your soul.
New chapters are equally as hopeful as
they are painful because they are built on the old ones. We may go back
to the good ones from time to time. We hold onto those redeeming pages,
we must. They, after all, make the entire story worth reading. But we
don't want to reread the bad ones or dwell on them. Rereading sparks as
if we were writing them today. And the chapters to come... ? Though we
anticipate them, we fear them too.
For we want our stories to be more about elation than anguish.
So no matter how many times we think of how we could have written it
differently. Or changed the characters within...could we have just
stayed paused on that page forever? You know that answer, you too are
We have to accept that in God giving us His
free will - He knew our every page and its turning. Our every chapter,
our beginning and end. And in that - each page we are privileged to
write, pain-filled or joy-filled - is still the very gift of a story in
And be encouraged beloved.
So very much of it... is still unwritten.