I’m realizing I need to start writing more. Things come to me while writing in a way they don’t through other means. It’s like all the words I’ve kept bottled up inside me come burbling up and onto the page showing me things I didn’t even know about myself and others.
I’ve journaled sporadically throughout my life, sometimes for longer and more consistent periods of time than others. It’s interesting going back to read the old things I wrote, to see how I am different, and how I am the same. What lessons I’ve learned, what lessons I’m still grasping, and which ones I’ve learned over and over with it feeling like a new one every time.
This blog is similar. I’m always looking to understand myself, and although I’d rather look ahead, sometimes the looking back can be important to understanding. And sometimes looking back for a moment is exactly what we need to move on.
Our lives are stories we live. We watch them unfold as we live it. Never knowing what’s coming, sometimes not knowing what the purpose is. I want to document the things that are significant to me. I want to write something that matters, and I want to live a life and a story that matters.
Sometimes we seek truth in all the wrong places, we want answers, but we aren’t often willing to wait. What I do know, and have come to learn over the course of this first part of my story, is that God has a plan and a purpose, even if I can’t see the end of it while I’m drowning in the midst of it. Am I willing to trust the true Author of my life? I might like to think that I write my own story, but the truth is, I merely get to observe it as I live through the chapters.
Isn’t that beautiful? We get to capture and experience our own story, written by the Author of all, and He already knows all the events that are to come, even when we’re lost and uncertain. We can rest, completely secure in His plan and purpose.