Have you ever been strolling down the street in the summer sun, enjoying the breeze blowing through your hair, numbed by the beauty of the moment when suddenly, the skies open and rain sweeps upon you in a torrential downpour. Moment ruined, you scramble to find your keys and forget where your parked, and a beautiful day turns into a tragedy. You walk back into your house, clothes soaked, and wonder, how have things changed so quickly?
This is what has happened to me. Just weeks after that post I lost my mom to the Dunge Fever and we moved back to the states. Things have been turned upside down, switched over, and my heart has been shattered into a million pieces. For every good moment there have been a hundred moments of complete abandonment. Abandonment of my faith, my family, my morals, and even my self worth. I've asked God "why" at least a million times.
Asked him "what now" a million more.
What now ?
I read this book by Donald Miller the week after the funeral that talks about how we're all living in our own story. New characters and sub plots are brought in everyday, some influencing us, others making no impact. Just adding to the depth of the story. Some stories are like the boring non-fiction books you have to read in 7th grade that seem only interesting only to the person who wrote them. Some are stories of great heroism, while the others are just about bad guys always losing in the game, hiding behind their mask. We all have major plot twist and turns that shape the story. For me the plot has been turned completely around and my job is to now let the author lead where he wants me to go.
That's where I am, living for the now, investing in those I have, living this story that God is writing for me. This whole change has definitely been a wake up call to say the least. A wake up call to the fact that life is not eternal. That its not about what I've lost, more what I still have.
I challenge you to wake up too. Breathe in the air and love someone today. Besides, you don't want to be just that person they had a short encounter that meant nothing in anybody's story.
Love, Grayson
