I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker's Five Minute Friday when I should be taking a shower and going to bed. I really want to preface this with all sorts of qualifiers about how it's the end of a long day and I'm tired so it really isn't my best work, but I think that defeats the purpose. So here you go.
This week's prompt is: Story
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I thought I knew my story.
It was straightforward: survivor of abuse. Rebuilt my life.
Found my way back to God. The end.
Except it wasn’t the end, because life keeps going.
It brings new struggles, new joys. The story keeps
unfolding.
I fought it for a long time. Sometimes I still do. I want
that to have been “the end,” except I don’t. Not really. Because then I wouldn’t
have my husband or our amazing daughter, or this house or these animals. I wouldn’t
have these friends or these emerging passions.
I would love for my story to be nice and neat and tied up in
a bow: I survived. The end. Happily ever after.
Happily, yes. Sometimes. Not always. But always good, even in the new struggles.
Because God is always true and always good. He is the End.
It’s hard to remember that sometimes.
I’m grateful I get to partner with Him in the telling of my
story, even when I wish I could peek ahead, just a bit.
I thought I knew my story.
STOP
