Okay, so we’ve gotten it, that writing our own “movies” doesn’t work very well. The cast is unruly. The sets change constantly. It rains when sunshine would suit our plot-line better, etc.
Etc. Etc. Etc.!
But there IS a story, and it stars you. It’s your own, authentic life. The little you, becoming the big, true you. To some extent, it’s an autobiography–nothing lets us off the hook for making responsible, day-to-day choices. That’s our part.
It came to me in my journaling this morning that our lives are really biographies, and the Author is God. We can kick and struggle and resist, and generally raise a lot of dust–which we will promptly choke on. And when it all settles, we will look around and ask ourselves, yet again, “What have I done?”
OR we can trust the Author. We can live this page of the story with joy and acceptance and love, and no matter what twists and turns the plot might take, we can believe the Author has only good things in mind for us.
Let’s just live, with courage and trust in the Master Storyteller, and see what happens.
Personally, I think it’s going to turn out GREAT.
