Today I read something somewhat similar to this: [Our lives are part of a larger story. Everything we do, every experience, and everything that happens advances the plot. Try as we might, it is not our story to write. Our author is the Lord and He has the whole story-line laid out, our job is to seek His will and obey, and the plot will fall into place.]
This is easier said than done. In fact, there are times that trusting that the Lord will take care of things is downright hard. In James 4:13-17 we read about the men and women who make plans and boast about those plans, saying [vs 13 “today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.”] We aren’t guaranteed tomorrow. We don’t know what the Lord will bring into our lives from one day to the next, we don’t know how our story goes, but still we make plans, and we should. However, [vs 15 “Instead, you ought to say, ‘if it is the Lord’s will we will live and do this or that.’”]
As I try to figure out how to curb my desire to make the plot fit my plans, I am reminded that though my story is not a significant one, it is one of trust and love. It is a story of joy and heartache, failure and success, hope and confidence, and most of all, it is the story penned by my Savior and Lord.
My life is part of the greatest story ever told, and I pray that my role in this story, will be more than ‘a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes’.
No, my story isn’t over (at least I hope not) but the next chapter has begun, and with it I have discovered I am capable of love far greater and deeper than any I have ever known. A love that’s depth remains and continues to grow regardless of circumstances.