Lately I am seeing life as being like one of those pick-an-ending story books. The kind where there are multiple pieces and the story weaves depending on which page you pick to turn to. Each ending makes sense, coming to that end regardless of which weaving path you take.
I so want life to be simple and linear, but it is not. It has me hoping that I am not misunderstood, but picking alternate endings, or middles as it would be. I see the building events of the story and how each page is important to the next. I read into every detail. I really do. (Haha.) Honestly, I just want to make each choice count.
These last two years have been a sort of purposeful weaving and have been teaching me so much along the way. I have had the chance to pick the next chapter and it works in with the last. The linear does not exist, but this web of life has brought in other connections from other pages of my story. I love how that works. I love how God works. My good friend always says, "It is already written."
I like to think, "It will be blessed or redeemed." God is the author.
