My story. It isn’t one of much relevance except perhaps to me. I know the very depth of it and the very simplicity of it. The way it curves and takes off on paths in this journey. Some are really only special to me, others are life lessons, and who knows what else. They may affect others but truly it’s my story and only I know the feelings of joy, despair, heart-break, excitement, and thrill of it!
But due to ripple effects and connections with others in my life, my story touches others, even when they may not notice. How I choose to greet someone, help others, cook my family a meal, answer the telephone, hand a book to another. Each of these making a connection between me and another.
I wonder what influence I have in this world. If when I die others will think of me as a kind and giving person. Did I live out what God intended for me? Did I take the steps to be at least a small reflection of His love?
My story is full of events, with each new day another added to the collection. Those events although do include connections, the depth of the experience is mine to hold within. To take to my grave the powerful ways others influence my life through their story.
In looking at your story so far, what does it feel like? What does it reflect in this world of chaos and love and hope and moments of despair? What connection have you made today that will alter the path of another on their story?
By the grace of God I pray I am a good influence, that I take opportunities to turn my life into something to His glory. I pray that I see what others are doing to help me to become closer to God.
Grace is a gift,