As I’m writing this, I acknowledge that I have SO much that I have to learn… but I also have so many questions.
I’ve fought against it for so long… resisted…
I could keep doing that… keep being angry…
But, that’s not the story I want to live…
God of all stories, Author and Finisher,
I don’t know my earthly end.
I just know I’m struggling with the middle.
Not just the parts I’m going through…
but the parts that others are going through…
Jesus… you made the way: yourself —
the way to life, the way to freedom,
the way to overcome hate and hardship in this world.
I fought you for so long… I didn’t want to accept the story you were writing.
And I’m still struggling with parts… chapters… and with the fact that I don’t know exactly where I’m going.
But, I have You. And, for me, it is enough. I need You to be enough.
I know myself, and I know I forget. I know I wander.
I know my tendency to want to take back control.
I don’t know the whole story. Only Your ending.
Help us survive the hard chapters.
Help us to keep surrendering the pen.
Because You, Lord, write a better story.