Words spilling on pages. Your heart. Your soul. Your creative being. Laid bare for all to see. Worthy of love. Worthy of recognition. Worthy to be read. Not because you did anything magically special, but because the One entered our human history and changed the outcome of our eternal story.
I love words. They carry great meaning and depth. In this season, I am learning more about what it means to walk in the words of life, hope, and story. It’s not that my story is being rewritten, it’s more that I am coming into the story as it was originally created. A story that was made for me and no one else.
I don’t know all the lines, directions, and pivotal moments, but I do know that I love this story because it is mine. We all have one. One that is unique to each of us. I want to live a better story.
I have been hearing of story for a while now. I first heard it from the pulpit years ago from a woman living story and encouraging us all to live better stories. She was onto something then, because it seems now, more than ever, that people are drawn to story. Drawn to the reason, the crux, the why.
Perhaps it was always meant to be this way – that we would be attracted to the common bond of human experience the define and redefine the lines of our lives.
It is unfolding. Always. Ever. Unfolding. These words tucked away in our hearts are bubbling springs. They speak to new things. They speak to freedom and being. I love that tale they sing.
Here are the details:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Be generous and leave an encouraging comment for the person who linked up before you. That’s the best part about this community.