Everything seems to be right there in front of her, almost within her reach. She thought she knew how the story was going to go. Or at least how the next few chapters would read. But with the turn of a page the plot changed and nothing was quite what she thought. The narrative, her narrative, suddenly became a page of letters and words with no sentence structure, line breaks or paragraphs.
And it's not an easy place for her to be. But I watch her set her shoulders and lift her face to the Son again and again and move forward to step into this story that she doesn't know. Trying to see a break in the letters, to find the words to read His narrative...
looking for the goodness in this new and unknown chapter and verse.
She's being taught the lesson we all must learn.
In one hand we hold tight-fisted the things we know to be unchanging truth. Namely, the character of God; He is good and does good. He is faithful and with us always.
In the other hand we hold loosely those things we want and desire. Knowing that we only see so much and He seeks our good in far reaching corners that we cannot even imagine. Trusting that He is growing our character to suit the story He is writing.
It's a painful lesson at times for all of us. Because sometimes we think we know best. Sometimes we just can't envision anything better than our own imaginations. Choosing our own story over His is like declaring a comic book a Pulitzer prize winner or comparing Shakespeare to a dime store novel.
Sometimes we just can't see the story unfolding but His story is always better so we must learn to trust His mercy in the plot twists.
Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly than
all that we ask or think, according to the power at
work within us, to Him be the glory in the church and
in Jesus Christ throughout all generations,
forever and ever. Amen.