Regardless of “good intentions,” humanity has a history of imprisoning sectors of individuals who miss the mark on the measurement of normalized society. While history speaks loudly of this in the present, we are often deaf to their ghostly cries.
God’s tapestry of human experiences born from sin, suffering, joy, and triumph separate each of us into our own story. A spine with an embossed title that tells of our individualized blessings and curses. These stories mesh into a library of human need, which all returns to its Author, desperate to be understood. To be healed. To find the elusive strength one can never truly find within oneself.
He is the writer of your story. Every story has twists, trials, and victories. When we take up the pen to edit, that is when our stories run awry. Your tale, your life, has a purpose. A story of need, of brokenness, of salvation, and of beauty. As it is written. As it was intended to be.
May you lift the book that tells your story, change none of its pages, but instead may you find within its loose ends, its mystery, its tragedy, and its joy, your Author. The Finisher of your faith. Your Rescuer. The Writer who has composed your ending with a glorious sequel in mind.