Your Story

I’m not a writer, but I enjoy stringing words together on a page. Sometimes I believe them to be inspired; other times, it’s just my own “creative” outlet and somewhat therapeutic.
Over the past few months, I’ve been working on a story. It’s a fictional tale, with a little history and some Biblical principles woven in. I’ve been distracted and haven’t written anything in a few weeks. A few days ago, I decided I’d better write a few paragraphs. As I penned the words, trying to keep it interesting and accurate to the storyline, I decided to change a few things. I added a few details and tried to give my main character a little more humanity. As I worked on maintaining the whole, it occurred to me that I’m the one writing this story, its mine, and I can change it to suit me. If I don’t like the way it’s flowing, I can change the character’s trajectory, and until it’s out of my hands, I can even go back and change his history. I am the author of this story.

Earlier that day, I’d been fretting over some decisions that Cindy and I have to make soon. Fairly big decisions, and I felt, just for a few minutes, that I was boxed in, with no options, no way of escape. It seemed that the decisions were carved in stone, and I’d have to learn to live with them.
To be clear, the decisions ahead of us are not life or death and could be good for us, but certainly not to plan. It’s the uncertainty of it all that way, causing my worries.
I am a man and prone to fret a little, forgive my humanity.
During my mini melt-down, God quickened to my mind a recently answered prayer and how He had worked that situation out so quickly and precisely on time. I started thanking God for answering that prayer, for the encouragement, and for continuing to love and bless me even when I’m unlovable and undeserving of His goodness.
A few minutes later, I checked my phone and had found a voicemail, and while it wasn’t “The Answer”, it was a confirmation that all my worries were for naught. God is in control, and the sky hasn’t fallen.

So as I was writing later that day, these two instances came together. The character from my story and my worrying intersected in my head, and I realized that I am the character in a story and the Author and Finisher, Jesus Christ, still holds the quill. My story still belongs to Him, and He is in control of every minute detail. He knew the twist in my story and had a confirmation waiting. He knows my yesterday, my today, and my forever. As soon as I took my eyes off the storm and placed them where they belong, He let me see the light at the end of that tunnel.
Revelations 12:11 tells us that they overcame by the Blood of the Lamb and the Word of their Testimony.
Never underestimate the power of a testimony. Faith comes from hearing and hearing from the word of God. There’s power in the Blood, and there’s power in Testimony, sometimes even testifying to yourself.

God is in control, not Washington DC, not Congress, nor the Supreme Court, not even Donald Trump. Only the Almighty God, the God that made Heaven and Earth is in control.
He is the Author of your story; let Him write it.

God bless you richly,
Greg

Author: Greg Fee

I'm a Husband, Father, Pawpaw and Pastor. I love spending time with my grand-buddies. A minister since 1988, I have been blessed to work in several churches around the U.S and currently am blessed to pastor an Awesome Church. I've also had the pleasure of ministering in faraway places while traveling for work. Some of my greatest honors have been the relationships I gained with several of the modern-day Heros of the Faith, the ministering families all around the world. Several years ago I started working with leather as a means to fight boredom while working in remote areas. It swiftly became a passion that I want to share as well. My plan is to keep spreading God's Love through the written and preached word, through walking the walk, and to keep making cool stuff along the way. Check that out at whisper_n_jack on Instagram View all posts by Greg Fee