I used to think that this story I was living was about me.
For my entire life, I have made my story about me.
I have done what I wanted to do. Gone to the right schools.
And I chose the degree that I felt was the most secure.
I never asked God to lead me – only that He would come with me.
Merely chasing what I wanted, and never wondering what He would have for me.
My story has been self-led, self-fed, and empty of a purpose.
The Story I Used to Live For
I’ve chased grades, championships, high scores, and parties.
I’ve worked to fit in and failed to get the “right” guys to like me.
I used to live for acceptance. For the right crowd and the right places.
But in the end I couldn’t keep up. I grew tired. I grew jaded.
Others may do this by the opposite means.
They may work to not fit in, as if to be proud of that it might seem.
Either way you look at it, we all live for something.
The good life, the fun times, the parties, the family, or the money.
But what I’ve learned is that these somethings, though fulfilling at times,
Will always, always, leave us with nothing, when we leave this world behind.
The Story I Am Now Surrendered To
Now, I strive to lay these somethings down.
I surrender my story to the God who came and walked these grounds.
Who came and showed us how to live,
Who died and showed us how to forgive.
Who defeated death and rose from the grave,
And in doing so, salvation to all of us he gave.
My story is no longer about me.
It’s about He who created me.
About He who gave me the gift of words, this life, and these lungs to breathe.
This blog, and my writing, are about a God that invites us, calls us, and begs us, to be a part of His story. I pray you would join me as I journey along and continue to ask God to use me, in the greatest story ever told.
“The most difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: life is a story about me.”