There is a story I want to write, but I don't feel I'm ready to share it just yet. It might not be real exciting to most people. You see, it's a about a sixty something gal who, through a series of mishaps, fumbles, and divine appointments came to a good place in her life. To tell it just right, I have to reach down into places I haven't visited for a long time. Some of them are a little uncomfortable, because the situations tucked away there are sad, embarrassing, ridiculously funny, unlikely, or downright unbelievable. This gal may or not be me. Okay, she's mostly me, but I would fictionalize some of her life to protect the guilty and to make her story, well, fiction.
As Christmas and the end of another year draws closer, I go through many of the same emotions I do every year at this time. If I don't write this story in the coming year, how will people know anything about this gal? This always leads to the question, why would they want to read her story anyway? She's just an ordinary person, although I could jazz up a few situations to make the readers think she is worth reading about.
In my mind, she has profound wisdom to share
And then I remember it's that magical time of the year when reindeer fly and snowmen talk. All righty, then. With a big, dumb smile on my face, I'm convinced people would want to read about an average person. This gal who is almost me has a deep, melancholy side. In my mind, she has profound wisdom to share. Heck, if kids now days would only listen to me, uh, I mean her, their lives would be a breeze. I envision her tale as a best seller that makes people laugh, cry, and ponder life.
The truth is, I don't know if I will ever write this story. I'm not really that special, except perhaps to one - Jesus. God sent his son because he loved me. ME.
Scripture tells us how we can know we are special to God.
Isaiah 7:14 -Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.
He already knows all there is to know about our ordinary lives
At this time of year especially, I am reminded of the gift God sent to us. Christ knows the end of my story; I do not. I've always heard you shouldn't write your story if you don't know where it's going. What matters is each of us is profoundly important to our creator. He already knows all there is to know about our ordinary lives.
When I remember this, the story in my head gets a little fainter, at least for a while. Maybe someday I'll pound out this story on the keyboard. If I don't, that's okay, too. I'll still know I'm an exceptional ordinary person, whether I tell the story of "Almost Me" in a best seller or not.