I often think of life as an epic novel. Overflowing with different sentences, different times, different chapters, and different moments.
Some paragraphs in life are delightful, such as a camping trip in Rocky Mountains or when you win first place in a tournament.
Others, we long to rip out of our past and cast them deep into the sea, never to be seen again. Times when closed ones died, or we were stabbed in the back.
Hearts ache in remembrance. Even now memories, tears, joys and fears maybe playing in your mind. Yet even with this, would you hear me to the end.
I don’t claim to know why things happen the way they did or didn’t. Yet, I know the One who does.
Before you cried your first cry, He was writing your story. Before your first breath, He was breathing your history. I am not saying that He caused the pains that you endured.
But, I know that some way, somehow He can make good from the past.
Whatever your story, whether filled with darkness or light. Would you let the Author write?
I look to Him.
The perfect Author.
Trusting in His timing.
Believing in His character
Resting His plans.