Have you ever noticed the story of a wave? It begins as a journey throughout the ocean, riding along, following the wind as it secretly blows an unknown path created by God. Then it moves closer and closer to the shore and begins to move in a manner of chaos and unsettling fear as it backs away towards the vast mystery and curls as it rises to the sky. As it becomes too much, like a heartbreak it falls to the earth and shatters. Only the shatter breaks into a smooth sail, like a spilled cup of coffee spreads rapidly across the glossy wood of an oak table. There was no more chaos, no more fear, only freedom to run across the palm of God's stretched out hand of golden brown sand. As humans, we crave stories. We crave to create our own story, to get lost in another person's story or simply dream of a story that could potentially be. Brene Brown once said, "owning your story is the bravest thing you will ever do." Even a wave holds a story. A story of redemption.
As I sat watching the beautiful story in front of me with my feet buried in the warm sun kissed sand and breathe of God blowing around, I couldn't help but revision my own story. This tends to happen when big changes occur, I love the opportunity to see the places that God showed up when I didn't even know he was there. There were times in college where I felt God was giving me the cold shoulder, had selective hearing or simply just didn't care. Looking back it's plain to see that even when God is silent...he is up to something. For years, I believed that my life meant nothing. I believed that I created more harm than good in the world, I believed it was better for everyone if I just wasn't around. Those feelings led to bad habits and zero faith in anything or anyone. Well, until I finally stopped talking and just sat and listened. When I finally stopped trying to fill the silence with my own words and allowed God to speak and move, life changed, my story changed, my story was redeemed. I gained my story back.
Friends, your story matters. Maybe no one has ever told you that, but I am telling you now. Your story matters. Who you are matters. One day someone is going to need to hear about your story. In all truth, our stories are not even our stories, they are God's. When we stop embracing and sharing we miss what God is doing and what he is showing. How can we deny a story from God? Are we being fully present in the presence of God's children, of God's stories?
Maybe it's not a wave that speaks to you, maybe it's reading a story, shopping, feeding the homeless, working with kids, or even picking up garbage on the side of a road where God speaks to you. Whatever it may be, I dare you to look back at your story and check the spots where God showed up and gave you a redemption story. I would love to hear it, seriously.
From one human to the next,
This song has been an echo of what I am desperately needing in this season of life right now, maybe one of you need to hear it as well.