We all have one wrapped up in a beginning, middle and an end. Some of us are closer to our beginning or perhaps we have crossed the middle into a territory that takes us into new beginnings. The beauty is that each story is rich in details that show a life that has been well-lived or one that is struggling to get by.

If I told you my story

Our stories are unique and intentionally crafted by God. Each chapter, event, and detail is not a mistake. The words have been written as a promise of love from God, who would cherish nothing more than for our stories to intersect with His. God promises He will never forget us. He has lovingly written each of our names on the palms of His hands. Choosing God allows us to partake of His love, provision, and grace. If I told you my story, I hope you would see beginnings, middle and ends that are working toward honoring God.

“Never! Can a mother forget her nursing child?
Can she feel no love for the child she has borne?
But even if that were possible,
I would not forget you!
16 See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.
Always in my mind is a picture of Jerusalem’s walls in ruins. Isaiah 49:15-16

I have found a song that plays often on the radio now. The song speaks of this beautiful story and our place in it. Big Daddy Weave sings the song “My Story” that weaves words together that speak of hope, redemption and grace, but points us back to Jesus every time.

If I should speak then let it be.

Of the grace that is greater than all my sin

Of when justice was served and where mercy wins 

Of the kindness of Jesus that draws me in 

Oh to tell you my story is to tell of Him.

Our story is nothing more than a bunch of words strung together, until in our longing for more, we reach to God to redeem us and humbly ask to become His child. Advent is a time to explore our greatest longing. It is the chance to hang our hope on more than a pre-lit tree with tinsel and ornaments. It is coming to the Savior, born in an animal trough, and opening our hearts to His story on whose foundation the world began.

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Our story comes to life when it speaks of our love for Jesus. In accepting Jesus as our Savior, we have opened the door for Him to become the Author of each word, page, and chapter until He chooses to stamp “The End” on our lives. We don’t need to skip to the end of the book because we are led by God who has already carefully thought out each chapter. His words for each of us will always be better than any we can craft for ourselves. That is the kind of story I want to call my own.

I would like to leave you with these words from Ann Voskamp’s The Greatest Gift.

We only find out where we are when we find out where He is. We only find ourselves… when we find Him. We lost ourselves at one tree. And only find ourselves at another.

Wise men are only wise because they make their priority the seeking of Christ.

All our moments, all our waking – all the globe is a looking glass to God, and the wise keep seeking the presence of Christ in a thousand places, because you only come to yourself when you come to Him.

This is what we seek during Advent. This is the ultimate story that we have the choice to join.

How would it look for you to join God’s story and in the seeking of Him, you are blessed with finding yourself?

In grace and peace,


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