I am the leading character in my own story.
A story about a girl, who fell in love with a boy, who loves her back. A story of two-halves-of-a-whole, committed to loving one another for the rest of their lives.
A story about a girl, who dreams of contributing to communities far, far from her home, but close to her own heart. A story of figuring out her place in a big wide world with so many broken parts.
A story about a girl, herself with many broken parts, who met a Saviour who simply asked her to follow Him – into a story perhaps not easier, but more abundant, more meaningful, and more thoroughly drenched in love.
A story about a girl, who’s own story is not the story, but a subplot in an epic tale. A grand, powerful story of destruction and broken dreams and sacrifice and redemption and joy and community and love. A story being written all around us, even as we live out the short stories of our individual lives.
A story about me, that’s not about me at all.
(Can you tell I’ve been reading Storyline?)