So. I had this clever blog post planned on embracing your story wherever you find yourself, and then I discovered I had already written about it! Ha! Apparently this is a topic I am still wrestling with even two months after my last post.
For the last few weeks I have avoided writing anything here. In my head I have been trying to create a story that I think would be interesting to others out of the random threads of my life. I want a story that is fun and adventurous, and I am frustrated that what comes out is mundane. I fear I am becoming just another “mommy blog” (unraveling this statement deserves a post of its own!). So I say nothing. I keep my story to myself because I don’t like what I have to share.
But again and again I feel God nudging me, encouraging me: Tell them your story, not the story you wish you had or want to fabricate. Tell your now story. It is a good story because I have written it! be faithful in the telling and i will handle the rest.
And so I type out these words, my story of grace and redemption, of the mundane and the extraordinary, the work and the glory of a life lived with Jesus.