Last night I watched the sun set, and it was a beautiful thing, but I was tired and needed rest.
Then this morning, by pure coincidence, I had to get up early, meaning I got to watch the sun rise. It was also beautiful, but this one was filled with much more hope.
Darkness is a funny thing. It can be deceivingly light, like a dawn that seems to makes sense, but is only a fog trapping you in. It entices me too often and leaves me feeling lost. It is only by the grace of God that the sun always rises again to remind me that the night was only meant for a time of restful sleep, a necessary moment to bring us through to a new dawn.
I want to say thank you to those people who encouraged me after my last melancholy post; that’s what I get for thinking no one would read it anyways ha. But I should’ve known that I have much better friends than that, and I am truly greatful to be told I’m wrong.
The other day a friend of mine told me about how he was reading the latest Donald Miller book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. He told me he had just finished chapter 9, and it was one of the best stories he had ever heard. So I picked up the book and read chapter 9.
Don’t worry, I plan to finish the whole book from the start later, but for now chapter 9 was just the thing I needed. Donald Miller knows a lot about stories, and he knows about how those stories show up in our lives. I won’t spoil what was in chapter 9 for you (go get a copy and read it, it will be worth it), but I will tell you the main premise – if we are making poor choices in life it is probably just because we are living a bad story.
I read this and knew that after a childhood of reading fairy tales, histories, and other stories of make-believe I had learned his myself – I just didn’t realize it. I wanted to live a good story, one worthy of retelling, one that would make a difference in one world or another. Somewhere in middle or high school I lost the essence of what made for a good story because I was busy wanting to live a romantic comedy movie. Ironically, it was probably love itself that toppled that dream, exposing its superficial setting and shallow characters. Love itself showed me God’s story again and told me I needed to be in a whole different genre of life, one that centered on Jesus.
I think we all want to live a good story, we want to have something to share with the world and our children. The encouraging part is that almost every hero must rise out of darkness, so we all have a chance as long as we start living like the hero. Even better is that we have an archetype in Jesus – after all he is the ultimate hero in all of our stories.
So I’ve been feeling this yearning to live a good story, now I just need to climb out of the darkness and know that all stories take time to develop, but by letting God be my editor I will get there eventually.
The other good news is that I get to spend today at Disneyland, and that always brings me out of any kind of darkness :)
Thanks for reading, hope you all have a wonderful weekend – think about the question “What’s Your story about?”