My Story

I've been reading Adele Ahberg Calhoun's book, Invitations from God. I've been reading it for about 6 months. It's one of those books that needs the time and space, savoring and pondering. It's a directional book. An informative book. A lesson book. For me, it cannot be devoured and then forgotten. It has pulled me into assessing my thoughts, my griefs, my motives, my intents, my misgivings, my history, my future, my concepts of God, my concepts of me, my future, my past, my now, my life.

I was going to ramble on and on but have decided to let a picture speak what I feel has come from Ms Calhoun's book.

There is a Robin's Snow on this morning. More than expected. Exquisitely beautiful! My story is like this Maple Tree. Probably 60 years old. Been through a lot; lot of broken branches, gnarled branches, split at the trunk, meaning that something traumatized it when it was young. And yet it has grown. And it is beautiful because of its life's weathering. This spring day, Monday of the Passion Week, it is covered in white snow. The pink buds of new life and a new season are under this coating of purity.

This is my story. Standing. Budding. Growing. Resting. Giving. Covered in God's glorious purity and righteousness...redemption.

I have to say, it's His story.