This isn’t an action packed story, but more like a beautiful painting splattered with a few random blobs of black. The black blobs are important and also confusing at the same time. They have such an impact. I can choose to let them define me or just be part of a glorious God-honoring story. Now picture this with me…
Once upon a time there was a sweet little baby girl, with curly brown hair, eyes full of love and compassion, made in the image of her Heavenly Father. He had so much available for her on this journey of life. She had no idea.
This precious girl was her mother’s and father’s delight. She always wanted to do the right thing, even as the world was trying to pull her in. God had covered her in so many ways. But as she grew, she experienced pain and hurt. Someone took advantage of her innocent spirit. Sadly, in her need to protect herself, she became a little bossy and lost some of her child-likeness.
She continued to grow and chase after “good things” and a comfortable “no risk” life. She had dreams but quickly tucked them away, never thinking they could actually come true.
Before long, this little girl was now a full-of-spunk teenager. She was always “happy” and hid behind her mask of joy. Everyone assumed she had a perfect life. She thought maybe she did. But something just wasn’t quite right. She went to church multiple times a week and loved the social aspect of it. She loved Jesus and His heart but didn’t really know Him (how He intended to be known).
The story moves from black-and-white to flashes of brilliant color as she progresses through high school. Her eyes were fixated on the most incredible, handsome, angelic, human being while at camp. His heart full of love and grace, she was drawn to him instantly. She wanted to be with Him every second of every day.
But the black blobs in this part of the painting tried to steal the color and joy from this moment. Her picture-perfect parents decided to separate and then divorce. Wait, what!?!? Everything was perfect from the outside. No one ever imagined it would happen, even this young woman who loved her parents and felt so safe in her secure family. She was no longer safe. Her world was shaken…
No fairy tale ends on such a dismal note so, stay tuned for tomorrow’s blog to find out if this will turn into a happily ever after.
In His GREAT Love,