On Fridays, Lisa-Jo provides the prompt, and we dive in headfirst with hearts and words. It’s a little game called Five Minute Friday. Won’t you join us?

Today’s prompt is STORY. 

Ready?

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God is writing the story of my life, of all our lives. He is the Master Author, the One who knows each twist and turn of the story, who knows each character intimately and has planned ahead for every plot twist. So why do I fight Him for authorship? Why do I struggle with the role I’ve been cast and want to suggest alternative endings?

In my rebellion and stubbornness, I want to be the author. I want to direct the plot, determine the outcome, play favorites with certain characters and reward the heroine in the way I see fit.

There can be only one author to this story of my life, and I’ve missed the point entirely when I fight Him to write what I do not know. “Can the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you doing?’ Or the thing you are making say, ‘He has no hands’?” (Isaiah 45:9)

I can wrestle for control of my story and order things in a way that seems sensible to me, yet I am penning the downfall of my character. Is it not infinitely better to live as a minor character in the Story of His triumph than to be the principal actor in a selfish tragedy?

When God writes the story of my life differently than I had imagined, I can balk and fight Him for my own desire, question Him endlessly and beg for a more exciting chapter, or I can assume my role with grace and thankfulness and bring honor to the Great Author of my story.

His role for me has not looked the way I’d imagined, but it is a beautiful story unfolding one page at a time. Lord, help me choose to read along with you and savor each page. Forgive me when I bring out the editing pen and attempt to refine your Master Work. Help me to be obedient to your authority and sovereignty, for your glory and my growth. Thank you for choosing to include me in your Story, for giving me a part to play and allowing me a front-row seat as the truth of Your Holy Mystery slowly penetrates my selfish heart.

“But now, O LORD, You are our Father, we are the clay, and You our potter; and all of us are the work of Your hand.” (Isaiah 65:8)

“Now in a large house there are not only gold and silver vessels, but also vessels of wood and of earthenware, and some to honor and some to dishonor. Therefore, if anyone cleanses himself from these things, he will be a vessel for honor, sanctified, useful to the Master, prepared for every good work.” (2 Timothy 2:20-21)

{Confession: I got lost in this and forgot to watch the clock, so I went over five minutes. Oops.} 

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What part has God written for you in His Story?
How do you feel about the part you’ve been cast?
Can you see His hand in your role?

I’d love to hear your story! Please leave a comment below,
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Linking up with Lisa-Jo at Tales from a Gypsy Mama

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