There are many metaphors for life.
Running the race.
Traveling on a journey.
Sailing the course.
My favourite has to be that our lives are a story.
There is a beginning...we are born.
There is a middle...we live.
And there is an end...you guessed it, we die.
YET, your story doesn't have to seem so standard, cookie-cutter, or so depressingly final.
If you believe at all in God, know that He loves you and He thought about you before you were born.
Your beginning wasn't just some random dot on a timeline.
God knew you before you began.
And if you believe in a heaven then you know that if you've chosen to trust God and grow close to Him, we will live forever in His amazing presence.
Our end isn't stuck here in an aging world.
As for the middle?
Well, we are living it everyday.
Like the lyrics above tell us, all the little things that you've stumbled over, all those walls you've smacked up against, all the pits and holes along the way, they just become a part of your story.
They are not the end.
They don't define you and what and who you are.
They are footnotes, character flaws that make us unique.
Whatever you are searching for, or whatever path you are on, it doesn't have to be final.
You can change your mind.
You can find peace and love and wholeness.
It's not a calling to an easy life.
You will be set apart and mocked and looked down upon.
But those are just pages in your story.
They are not the focus.
Centre yourself around what really matters.
Find your way in this muddled up world towards something greater than our selfish tendencies.
We can try to be 'good' until we exhaust every volunteer or donation opportunity but that simply isn't enough.
We need to find our way to the love of God.
You may read my blog and not agree with me. That's ok.
I just think it's time I shared what I believe.
I want to make sure it's clear.
And I care enough about all of you to make sure you know about it, too.
My life is nowhere near what I thought it would be.
And that's ok.
If I was no longer alive tomorrow I know it would not be the end.
I have a faith, a trust and a hope in something greater than myself.
You can have it, too.
What do you hold onto?
What's YOUR story?
Out Of Hiding (Father's Song)
by Steffany Gretzinger
Come out of hiding, you’re safe here with me There’s no need to cover what I already see You’ve got your reasons, but I hold your peace You’ve been on lockdown and I hold the key Cause I loved before you knew what was love And I saw it all, still I chose the cross And you were the one that I was thinking of When I rose from the grave Now rid of the shackles my victory’s yours I tore the veil for you to come close There’s no reason to stand at a distance anymore You’re not far from home And I’ll be your lighthouse when you’re lost at sea And I will illuminate everything No need to be frightened by intimacy Just throw off your fear and come running to m And oh as you run, what hindered love Will only become part of the storyBaby you’re almost home now Please don’t quit now You’re almost home to me