I have a very strong sense of personal story about who I am in relation to God and others. The problem is that too often, that story is more fiction than fact, akin to the city Zephaniah spoke of, “the exultant city that lived secure, that said to itself, ‘I am, and there is on one else.’ ” Zephaniah 2:15 Remove God and the narrative has scary consequences; it’s more like a horror movie.
Then I have the stories I spin about God and others: who they are, what they mean to me, how they are supposed to behave. Those story lines are seldom they way I would write them. When things go unexpectedly, I question God and wonder where He is. I try to make sense of it all and I find myself walking that road to Emmaus, totally unaware that Jesus is right there with me, rewriting the story in ways I never imagined.
“Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. They said to each other, ‘Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?’ “ Luke 24:31-32
Later, Jesus sits with his disciples as says to them, ” ‘These are my words that I spoke to you while I was still with you—that everything written about me in the law of Moses, the prophets, and the psalms must be fulfilled.’ Then he opened their minds to understand the scriptures.” Luke 24:44-45
Holy Spirit, you are here. Open my heart and mind to your Scriptures. May your truth resonate within me. Your Word brings freedom and invites me into a life that is far better than anything I could imagine. Thank you that you are the author and perfecter of my faith. Amen
Kathy
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