Have you ever found yourself so relieved to have finally put something down on the mocking empty sheet, that when you realize it’s not perfect, it's so hard to hit DELETE?
Your first relationship in a long time, maybe ever.
Your place in that ministry you've always dreamed about.
Your new circle of friends that you, sort of, landed in by accident.
Your new field of study.
Your new hobby.
Your new philosophy of life.
Writer Jodi Picoult once said: "Writing is a process of abandoning the fear of the blank page; editing is a process of facing it again."
The pages of this life we’re living multiplies almost unnoticed with each week of each year that passes. It's only when we start thinking about what the story is supposed to be about that our eye starts gliding over that button more often.
I wonder how many Band-aids we could have saved if it was easier to admit that we’ve made a mistake?
But the Lord knew it would not be easy.
Otherwise, the prodigal son's story would only have been 3 paragraphs long:
He messes up.
He admits it.
He writes a new story.
This week my story grows with another chapter and although aging brings with it more wisdom I would hope, I still find myself wanting to kick myself in the shin when I finally have to admit that a particular road is not the path I was meant to be on.
Aren't you thankful Jonah's story didn't end with the fish?
Because see, we have a good Good Father who wants our story to have a beginning and a middle and an end, because it was that way from the very start.
He wants intrigue and challenges to make the character interesting so that the reader will be keen to listen when it is the character's time to be strong.
For years John told the news of Jesus' coming in the desert, in rags and with locust bones between his teeth, and as a note about all his adventures we read:
"...the child grew..."
Luke 1:80
Covering the years between Jesus' first words in the temple and the beginning of His earthly ministry in 33, we read:
“…Jesus grew…”
Luke 2:52
That's really all we have to aim for.
Our story doesn't have to be perfect.
But when each crossed-out paragraph or page or chapter is followed by a new one, may it also be said of us: "...she grew."
Your inspiration for the week: Nobody leaves the same
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