the author of my life

As a reader, I get lost in the lyrical words of authors and story-lines, often entranced by the images they portray. This kind of imagery creates an addiction for narratives- intense, dramatic, romantic, provoking and all the above. I crave the emotion and thoughts put together in stories, and will stay up all night to see it through.

I’ve never realized that this kind of joy, alters the way I view my life. It’s an amazing tool we have, to string together sentences in endless forms, having the ability to capture a heart and mind, and teach them just as well. But what I am caught up in, is the emotional high, which then turns into personal desire. I expect my life to playout as though a book might, not in the characters and their specific endeavors, but the ease of knowing there’s a plot, and it must end.

I struggle with the part of my faith that calls me to trust in a plan that I cannot see or predict. As a planner, I want to know details; as a reader, I strive for reason; as a writer, I want to control the pen. This combination of personalities stirs an eagerness for more. Therefore, I question who I am made to be, and what that looks like logistically for my life.

But let me show you how easy it is to break down this thought.

Mark 16:15 And he said to them, “Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation”

Proverbs 3:6 Listen for God’s voice in everything that you do; everywhere you go, he will keep you on track

Hebrews 12:12 Looking to Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith…

And finally, the end game:

John 5:24 Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged, but has crossed over from death to life

 

As easy as it is for me to forget sometimes- my life is a narrative. It is a declaration to my God that ends with a life lived in the presence of Him. What happens in between is his will.

So when my life alters in a way that I don’t understand, I am sent somewhere that I did not expect, and I am lost for the details of my everyday life, I remember that my purpose never changes and the author of my life is greater than any narrative I could ever desire, because He is real and so is His story.

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