Re-Writing Our Life Stories

I cleaved to books. It seemed as if the characters always had more heart than I could ever muster up. Yet faith can be our future stories, regardless of the past chapters. Your current setting may seem unbearable. You may not understand the unexpected plot twist right now.

Maybe broken and fragile have been the only elements which filled your pages. But your story doesn’t have to end in a manner not to your liking.

If You Are Dissatisfied With Your Current Life Story, Your Soul is Seeking Change. 

Regardless of the dark characters which have appeared, you can rewrite your ending. When you invite God into your story, He becomes the guiding force. Conflicts will come. Heartache and loss. Living and dying. Conflict and crescendo.

You have the #ability to #revise what’s not working in your life.

Re-Write Old Plots

Rid yourself of the characters who have darkened your life story.

Be your own heroine, one who confidently stands before her conflict, refusing to back down.

Consider the God-potential within you, because small steps become milestones.

You can rewrite:

  • Fear and anxiety
  • Rejection and apathy

You have the ability to edit:

  • Unhealthy relationships
  • Toxic antagonists
  • Self-Sabotage

Take Ownership of the Good and Bad of Your Life Story

There are times we must delve in our backstories in order to glean from old trauma. Author John Eldredge discusses ‘young places’ where suffering has occurred. Emotional distress which arose in childhood or adolescence may have led to fossilized memories incapable of full healing.

He poignantly tells us, “God can find your forsaken places. He wants to tend the little girl…invite Him in.” Asking God into hidden ache is no easy feat, yet the Divine Excavator knows exactly how to mine our heart-caverns. Invite Jesus into them; he perfects our faith-stories.

            Perhaps We Need to be Audaciously Exposed to His Holiness

Consider the response of the Samaritan woman perplexed in conversation.

“Give me a drink,” he asks.

“How can you, a Jew ask water of me, a woman of Samaria?” she responds.

“If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.” (John 4:9-10).

Jesus continues to surprise her, reminding her of previous divorces; gently exposing her current predicament: an unmarried woman of a sixth lover.

  • I’m an alcoholic
  • A bulimic
  • Bitter of heart
  • An adulteress
  • An abused woman
  • A woman calmed only when able to control

I’m not worthy enough to draw your well-water, she tells him…

 “No matter,” Christ whispers.

The Divine Excavator found me in profoundly dark moments; I lived amidst shadows. He tore through my former life, reached into my crouched fear, and bound me to Him. “This temple curtain will no longer separate us” (see Luke 23:5).

Sometimes I conjure up my former self, that scrawny, ten-year-old. She questions the blue sky, wondering who will comfort her. I observe the knotted strands of golden-brown highlights which end at her waist.

I sense fear in her eyes—fear of the unknown. I want to tell her, “You’ve suffered much, trying to absorb your mother’s heartache, but her burden wasn’t yours to endure.” 

She obediently places her hand on her baby brother’s stroller—three souls remain, lock-stepped in solidarity. That girl stands nonetheless. Regardless of her future bouts with suffering:

She rides the crescendos.

She plummets into aching valleys.

Her feet meander, yet she musters up the courage to ascend.

Because a newfound ‘Once-Upon-A-Time’ begs to be written. Because she realizes her former steps will become her future redeeming hope.



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