The stories shout loud. Encourage. Build up. But the final chapters were always written before the story published.
What if? What if someone walking through the darkest time of her life. Walking, clinging, crying out, holding on for dear life to her Jesus, wrote. Picked up a pen and bravely shared the story before the final chapter came into existence. In the middle of the ick, the vomit of the enemy all over her life. A woman choosing to dance in the victory now ... but not seeing it with her own eyes, yet.
Craziness. Transparency. Messy faith.
Can God pour out His glory through anything? Can I splash others with how God is carrying, lifting, providing, filling in the midst of the all that surrounds me? Can His story unfolding in my life, bring peace to another drifting in a storm of their own?
Some may call it absurd. To open up my life wide. Before the hope I cling to becomes reality. If my story reflects HIs glory before the final chapter is written. If realness enables just one person to cling to His promises, stand strong, let nothing move them ...
Breathe deep Sarah. Pick up your pen. Crack open the book. Abba, author of life, lavish Your love and write Your story through mine.
4 comments:
Many Prayers for a glorious New Year!
Sarah, i was so excited to see your feed come through my reader. I've missed you, as you were one of the first blogs I ever followed when I started blogging 6 years ago. I hope you will plan to write again in 2015! Blessings and Happy New Year!
Glad to see you writing again, Sarah! Oh, how I understand the "vomit of the Enemy right now" - having a bit of a health struggle here at our house lately. I can't quite say I'm dancing in victory yet, but the hope of it is there. :) Thanks for this!
Jen @ Being Confident of This
Broken. Yeah....been there. Praying. It hurts!
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