I was listening to a podcast featuring John Eldridge as he talked about God's story, and the story that He's writing in our lives. He is intentionally writing a beautiful story transcribed in joy and pain and all of the colors in between. And I want to live my life so desperately with a Story that I can look back on that speaks of His love, of His elegance and Grace, of His gentle kindness. I think I so often lose my mind to the experience right in front of me rather than keeping my mindset in this place that is holy, that is elevating, that is hopeful. I'm choosing now an intentional journey. I will journey into love, goodness, kindness, self-control and joy. I will hold up my head and declare the truth of the kingdom into this fallen broken world. I want to learn to take advantage of every quiet and beautiful moment, to relish and create joyful experiences with my family, regardless of all that is left undone around me. I alone get to decide by my moment to moment actions, reactions and words what my story, what the story of this time of my life will say.
God writes the grand script but the adjectives and adverbs, the color, the descriptions of what that looks like worked out are mine. In the midst of crazy schedules, a house remodel, relational challenges...will my kids, husband, friends say: "What grace in the midst of trial. She was always unruffled, unmoved, at peace, always there for me, still engaged in relationship and what matters, full of gentleness...." Ah, I fear this is not how my story is being described but it's never too late to make a change in the story, to keep the same cold, hard facts but describe them with words of hope, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, extravagant love... I want to live my story well that the world might see His story and want to live out His story with the beauty He intends for it to have. 
Blessed assurance
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine;
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending, bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest,
I in my Savior am happy and blest;
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
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