And once you live a good story, you get a taste for a kind of meaning in life, and you can’t go back to being normal; you can’t go back to meaningless scenes stitched together by the forgettable thread of wasted time.
― Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life
I am living a good story. One that is filled with characters who move and breathe with purpose and meaning, interwoven with sacrifice and love.
I live with laughter and fake accents, movies and spontaneity, “I-should-have-looked-at-the-map” moments, and errors that have become our favorite stories to tease with. We eat pizza, chocolate and loads of popcorn and broccoli, spinach, and all the things that help children grow. And please don’t forget the coffee. My husband is practically instant human, just add coffee.
I am living a story with people who have the courage to stay.
To stay when they have been hurt. To stay when they are grieving. To stay when it means being vulnerable before trust has been proven. To risk love even when time together is guaranteed to be short.
Our story began in 1988, in the third August of my adulthood.
Count one, I was 17 and off to college.
Count two, I was 18 and had eloped.
Count three, I was 19 and in need of good characters to help me out of a bad marriage.
And our story begins here. I hope it is one that moves you, makes you laugh and cry and ready for the next chapter. But my purpose for sharing this glimmering story is that you will be drawn to the one character who has shown up on every page of my life.
I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with an unfailing love. Jeremiah 31:2-4
May His grace shine off each page.