Sitting in the back of a tuktuk is sometimes just right where you need to be to have at revelation.
I’ve been reading this book that I can’t take my eyes off, “A Million Miles in A Thousand Years” by Donald Miller. He’s a storyteller depicting his life how he learned from it,and how you can as well. This book focuses on telling a better story for your own life. He points out how making one decision or saying yes to something can create a fun and exciting situation in your life, and that in turn leads to a better story.
But you can’t write your own story. We’re human and we mess things up big time. We say no when we should have said yes. We make bad, split decision, we choose right when we should have gone left; we have regrets. We suck at writing our own stories.
Have you ever read a book about war, famine, murder, faith, love, trust, miracles, friendship, death, life and more?
Well I hope you have, and if you haven’t, you should pick it up.
It’s called the Bible.
The best author is God. Who can tell a better story?
He created us; he’s the author. Can a character write a better story than the author who created them?
Why do we try to write our own stories? If we let God in on some of it, and he will write one that’s worth it all. It will still have pain, suffering, heartache, fear, and hurt. But it will also be filled with trust, joy, hope, and love. And that’s a story worth living.
This month the Lord has called me to look back on my past and find him in the hard times. He asked me to reflect and find him so I could move past the hurt, the scars and become the person he created me to be.
He pulled me back to memories I buried. He reminded me of when a girl in middle school asked me if I was pregnant as a joke because of the weight I had gained. He reminded me of all the evenings spent alone in high school because my “friends” never asked me to hang out after school. Memories of bullying, rumors, name calling are all flooding back. And it hurts to remember.
As they come back, though, God shows me where he was in all of it.
He reminded me of the girl that I never spoke to in middle school who came up me after being called fat and comforted me. There he was—manifested in a middle school girl.
He showed me all the times I spent alone at home after school instead of with friends, saving me from falling into the pressures of drugs and alcohol in high school. He showed me the times I got ditched or not invited that he was always there, inviting me to stay with him instead.
There’s still a lot to go, but Jesus has been showing me just how great of a story I’ve had all along with him. That it’s going to keep going, and it’s going to be fun and exciting with him by my side. When I choose Him and who I am in him, the bad things aren’t so bad and the good things are amazing.
My story wouldn’t be worth telling without including him in all of it.
God bless and thank you for all your support and prayers! Look out for another blog soon with big announcement!
