I shared some reflections a few weeks ago. Although I've been a Bible learner and disciple of Christ for many years, I do not yet have this walk figured out. It's filled with missteps and mistakes, and even when I re-read some of my prior posts, I can see how I could have represented the truth more fully and adequately. It is humbling to know that God still brings truth even in our tiny bit of understanding.
Today, we start a Bible study I've refused to write for months. It is a chapter out of my dark soul and a testament to the bright communion God showed me over a long, swarthy night. I know I need to sit still and get some of the messy, messy work God has graciously done down on paper. I dread it and welcome it all in one.
One day, we'll read our own stories. The ups and downs. The ebbs and flows. We’ll read the paragraphs where life smeared the ink and the pages stuck together with pain. I'm confident that when we read our story — cover to cover — we'll finish it knowing God was magnificently at work. He is the author and finisher of our faith.
