Monday, November 2, 2009

story

“But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.”- 1 Peter 2:9

trying to remember the parts, the here and there, the forgotten fragments and of course, the final delivery. such is a story, and its time to weave it from my memory before it fades. life is beautiful not because it is good. it is beautiful because God can turn your mourning into dancing, weave goodness out of what you see as bad and ugly.

you're already responsible to tell of His story.
but won't you watch, patiently, as He tells you yours?


and now i'm just telling a small part of that, and casting it in pen :)

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