Patience and contentment fall together. I’m blessed with both right now. Though sometimes, I start to hope for a specific end to this path. As if I can direct where it’s leading. I can’t. That’s beautiful, and I know it. If I step back far enough, I remember how much I enjoy the journey to things; the story.
Just the other day, my best friend told me a story, and it was one of the most beautiful things I had heard in a long time. The beautiful part was not the end, because his story does not have an end yet. The beautiful part was the beginning, the introduction to his adventure.
I want to patiently wait for my own adventure, or except that I am already part of one. Every day is another opportunity to change a life, to love a kid, to show someone light. What could be more of an adventure than that? Fifty years from now I want to be able to look back and tell a story. I want it to have a beginning, a beautiful beginning. I don’t want it to be riddled with questions or doubt, or full of stories of how I spent most of my time seeking the future.
My friend’s story is beautiful not because it’s perfect or flawless, which it’s not. It’s beautiful because it’s a story of faith, and the amount of grace that falls on us when we have it. He has let God be the leader of his adventure and God has led him to great things.
God knows our hearts, and where we hope parts of our stories end up. But he also Loves us enough, and cares about us enough to lead us through those stories in the ways he knows are best.
So I will trust in him. I will trust that he has a story for me, a story that he has created, a story that I cannot fathom the beginning of or the end of.
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