The Story of My (Real) Life

“I was found by those who were not looking for Me; I revealed myself to those who were not asking for Me.” – Isaiah 65:1

This is literally the story of my (real) life.

Eleven years ago today, God just…found me. I wasn’t looking for Him, nor was I asking for Him. I was cursing Him and running from Him. Shaking my fist at a God that I knew wasn’t there.

But just as paradoxical as my actions toward Him, and for some reason known only to Him, He chose to fulfill this promise in me. I still can’t get over it, honestly. When I think of my life before Him, it feels like a dream. It feels like those 19 years were an old black and white movie I watched that I have vague memories of. I couldn’t tell you the plot, the storyline, the major or minor characters; just that I had seen it before.

But then the color came. These last eleven years have been infused with vibrant beauty that I’m still trying to take in. There’s a clear plot that’s playing out now and I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, my role in all of this. There’s a Protagonist that fulfills everything I’ve ever wanted in a main character, and countless minor actors that are contributing to this incredible story of grace, redemption, struggle, suffering, mercy, and victory. I’m truly alive now.

And I didn’t ask for a single bit of this. He just gave it to me out of the blue that I didn’t know was there.

I’ve been trying as hard as I can to follow Jesus for eleven years now. It’s been the most incredible adventure and I’ve experienced, seen, and felt things that I never knew a weak human frame was capable of. And the best part is that, no matter what comes my way, I know it’s ONLY going to get better. The beautiful thing about following Jesus is that the best is always yet to come.

Eleven years of Life. What a ride.

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