I want to write about Story this week. Honestly, everything about the series has to do with this in some sense, but we'll look at it in more deeply this week.
I figured the best way to talk about the middle was to start at the beginning.
All of our individual stories have a beginning, in the same way that when we look at our collective stories, there's a beginning there as well.
Do you ever stop and think about how we can't remember our beginnings? Like, our first beginnings. Not the first time we went to school, or the first time we blogged. I remember that. But, that at some point, we weren't here, and then we were. Surely, that might have been recorded for us. Our parents or caregivers might have written down a bunch of facts about our births or first years and we have pictures helping us with what that looked like (ie: He was all wrinkled! She had bleach blonde hair! He smiled at everyone he met!), but that's about all.
What's interesting to me is that all people share these initial beginnings, no matter what ends up happening in the middle. Sure, each person's beginning does look somewhat different for sure; we're all unique from the get-go. Still, our stories share a certain breath and depth to them, spurring us onward.
Onward to where our lives play out and we begin to ask, either inwardly or outwardly: what in the world am I doing here? What is my purpose?
This is not a new concept. We've been doing this for a long time. You might not be asking this question right now, maybe you have arrived.
But I have come to the conclusion that even when I think I have arrived somewhere, God keeps bringing me back to the beginning. My beginnings, and then better yet,
where He began with all of us.
and I hear Him whisper,
that was v e r y g o o d.