“Our lives are a collection of stories — truths about who we are, what we believe, what we come from, how we struggle, and how we are strong. When we can let go of what people think, and own our story, we gain access to our worthiness — the feeling that we are enough just as we are, and that we are worthy of love and belonging. If we spend a lifetime trying to distance ourselves from the parts of our lives that don’t fit with who we think we’re supposed to be, we stand outside of our story and have to hustle for our worthiness by constantly performing, perfecting, pleasing, and proving.” – Brene Brown
We all have our stories. And, perhaps even more so, we all have our stories of fearing our story. Of hiding from it. Of wishing that another story had been our own. Of cringing when we hear that Voice calling into the darkness of who we wish we were not but know that we are. The Voice that asks, “Where are you?”
How can we answer? How can we come out of hiding when we might know where we are, but do not know that ever-more-important thing … who we are? So we run from the majestic, persistent footfalls, foreseeing nothing but our doom. Nothing but a sorrowful ending, because we have fled not only from our stories, but from the Author of those stories. Author of the greatest, overarching story that reads like a tragedy, a comedy, and ultimately a fairy tale all wrapped into one happily-ever-after.
But at that moment when our lungs are ready to implode, and our hearts at the verge of exploding at the pain of wishing that we had somehow written another story with our lives, we stop. We turn. And we find Love. The Voice that had called out into the darkness of our lives, “Where are you?” is the arms that are open to take us into His heart and life.
And in His arms, and in the drenching, life-giving storm of His love, we see the story with new eyes. We see that on the edge and rippling beneath the surface of ever sorrow and every horrific turn, or ever decision that we thought took us further away, it only enabled the Author of Grace to write another line upon our lives.
“You are worthy.
You are called by name.
Your story was penned before you first drew breath.
You are loved.
Your story is beautiful.
For it is Mine.
As you are Mine.”