Note: There are times when I think that my blog posts aren't worth publishing unless they are a certain length. Then I thought, "What if I just post small thoughts every once in a while?" So I'm giving it a try. I hope you enjoy it.
I've been writing some short stories this school year, and I'm finding a slight pattern in the endings: someone gets sick or hurt, and someone unexpected comes around and helps them.
At first that was somewhat discouraging: "Aren't I a better storyteller than that?"
No, for crying out loud, that's the story we're living in!
No one comes out of this life unscathed, and we are all tempted to buy into the lie that we have to figure it out alone.
But we don't have to.
That's why it was such an amazing thing that Jesus died for us on the cross. He didn't have to help us. He could have left us alone.
But he didn't.
He was the unexpected hero to come and help us in our misery and hurt.
So I keep telling stories every now and then, enjoying the search for the patterns that represent real life that I didn't know were there at first.