Do you ever feel like your life story is no more than a blank book with lots of random notes and letters and pages stuffed in it? Like there is no peace, no overarching theme or unity to its contents? I must admit there are days when I wonder, days when I ask God questions like, "What the heck were you doing there?" or "Where does this leave me now?" Sometimes all I can do is look at the mess of chicken scratches scattered between books and journals and post-it notes and say, "God, I don't understand."
Today, God gave me a window. You see, there is something about weaving a story, about finding bits and pieces of it scattered in this book and on that shelf, then working to sew it all back together...there's just something about the process that is not only exciting, but also healing.
Not long before my dad died, God strengthened me for the hard road ahead in ways I did not anticipate or even see at the time. As I read the words I scribbled in a journal days before and after my daddy went to be with Jesus, I find bright hope for my tomorrow...because I am once again reminded of His faithfulness, a never-ending, always-overflowing gift of grace. And though I often find myself in a metaphorical pile of life scraps, not sure how to piece them together...well, today a thread was woven, sewing pieces of my story--of GOD'S story for my life--back together. And though I don't always know how they will fit in the end, I do know that He is good...and everything will somehow, through His handiwork, piece together into the most beautiful life quilt.
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Did you see me nodding in agreement? And it's something about a new school year that brings out the craving for a 'clean slate', a 'new book' more than any other time of the year!
Beautiful post, Ash. [Great timing, too!]
Thank you. I'm grateful He's let me be a part of the breathtaking [still-unfolding] Tapestry of your life.
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