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Like I've started watching a movie, 30 minutes into the story.
An endless flow of characters and conversations. I'm trying, Trying to fit in all the clues given to me, in the right places. To figure out how this might have started. what kind of story is this? where is it going? what should I expect and what do I know? Who do I know? Where is this all going? So many figures, numbers, places, people.
... But it all seems to lack context.
Like a life.
I don't even know the kind of story I've landed in. I don't know the ending, I barely know the beginning. So, so, SO many unanswered questions envolving so many factors. and Nothing is for certain. How CAN I know, Anything, At all, about anything, and How do I make decisions based upon that bare fact?
A thread in a tapestry. A brushstroke on a painting. A star in the sky.
My story next to the millions of other storied I share this world with. We all have our stories. And we all make one story.
And this story now I believe has an author.
Maybe this story didn't start when I was born, but further back, before there was anything at all, before Creation itself.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. John 1:1
My story isn't really my story, but His.
I'm not the author
I don't want to be the author. I want to submit to the bigger picture.
I'll be a part of the most beautiful tapestry, the most majestic painting, I'll be in the starlit sky.
I think he's writing, creating, telling a story through the life I'm living. I don't get it. I can't see it. I don't know where it's headed. But I think he's there, the author of my life.
I want no oneman's show. I want His show. All of creation depends on his story, I don't ever want to step outside of it.
Joseph got a dream. It was so alive. Convincing, real. What did he wonder as he was betrayed by his brothers, sold for money as a slave, being falsely accused and locked in prison.. For years.
The disciples met their saviour. What did they wonder as he was falsely accused, Tortured and killed in the most brutal way?
What was God revealing when all of a sudden Joseph was brought to the right hand of the king, in a position to feed his hungry brothers?
Was it for Joseph's sake, was it compensation for his inconvenience? Or was it God, revealing his story... Spreading a message to the rest of the world?
And what was God revealing when Jesus was risen from the dead, and brought to the right side of God, in a position to save all who believe?
That things are more than what they seem. That God reveals his story, in his ways, in his time. Keep hoping, keep dreaming, keep believing, Through the circumstance. His promise remains. His Stories throughout History, gives my story context.
To acquire wisdom is to love oneself; people who cherish understanding will prosper.
Proverbs 19:8
A fool does not delight in understanding, But only in revealing his own mind. Proverbs 18:2
Like I've started watching a movie, 30 minutes into the story.
An endless flow of characters and conversations. I'm trying, Trying to fit in all the clues given to me, in the right places. To figure out how this might have started. what kind of story is this? where is it going? what should I expect and what do I know? Who do I know? Where is this all going? So many figures, numbers, places, people.
... But it all seems to lack context.
Like a life.
I don't even know the kind of story I've landed in. I don't know the ending, I barely know the beginning. So, so, SO many unanswered questions envolving so many factors. and Nothing is for certain. How CAN I know, Anything, At all, about anything, and How do I make decisions based upon that bare fact?
A thread in a tapestry. A brushstroke on a painting. A star in the sky.
My story next to the millions of other storied I share this world with. We all have our stories. And we all make one story.
And this story now I believe has an author.
Maybe this story didn't start when I was born, but further back, before there was anything at all, before Creation itself.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. John 1:1
My story isn't really my story, but His.
I'm not the author
I don't want to be the author. I want to submit to the bigger picture.
I'll be a part of the most beautiful tapestry, the most majestic painting, I'll be in the starlit sky.
I think he's writing, creating, telling a story through the life I'm living. I don't get it. I can't see it. I don't know where it's headed. But I think he's there, the author of my life.
I want no oneman's show. I want His show. All of creation depends on his story, I don't ever want to step outside of it.
Joseph got a dream. It was so alive. Convincing, real. What did he wonder as he was betrayed by his brothers, sold for money as a slave, being falsely accused and locked in prison.. For years.
The disciples met their saviour. What did they wonder as he was falsely accused, Tortured and killed in the most brutal way?
What was God revealing when all of a sudden Joseph was brought to the right hand of the king, in a position to feed his hungry brothers?
Was it for Joseph's sake, was it compensation for his inconvenience? Or was it God, revealing his story... Spreading a message to the rest of the world?
And what was God revealing when Jesus was risen from the dead, and brought to the right side of God, in a position to save all who believe?
That things are more than what they seem. That God reveals his story, in his ways, in his time. Keep hoping, keep dreaming, keep believing, Through the circumstance. His promise remains. His Stories throughout History, gives my story context.
To acquire wisdom is to love oneself; people who cherish understanding will prosper.
Proverbs 19:8
A fool does not delight in understanding, But only in revealing his own mind. Proverbs 18:2
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