Waiting

I have been frequenting the blog of a girl, who has been on quite an intense personal journey in her life the last few years, and she often relates her ups and downs, triumphs and stumbles, to the idea that, God is like an author, writing the story that is our life. It isn't a new concept. I've heard it used numerous times, in a hundred places. In fact it's almost over used, to the point of loosing the impact of what that image implies for each of us. But tonight it flashed through my mind again as I was thinking about the concept of waiting on His timing for our future, and the dreams Mark and I have. The thought crossed my mind that, we can either relinquish the pen so he can write our narrative, or wrestle with him trying to hold the pen to write our own plan for the story, and end up with scribbles all over the page. It is a comforting thought though, that even when there is a scribble in the middle of a chapter, he doesn't stop writing. He writes right through the ink blots and scratches, and it doesn't change what he is writing about you, or the outcome of the story. He is in the role of the narrative voice in the book, who knows the main character (our self) better than even we do, because he is the one who has written into the story every nuance and trait. He knows the plot twists and turns, because they are being directed and honed by his hand. And he knows what happens in the last chapter. And that, gives me deep peace.