Maybe you’ve been there, on the other side of a life story, not knowing where to go next.

I’ve been there. Sitting in the mystery. Wondering what it looks like to verbalize the story of my life.

But what I have come to see is that it’s not one particular moment that comprises the story of my life.

Moments of ugly don’t tell my story, and they aren’t the main thing.

I can’t be the only one who feels like people should know about my tragedy to understand my now.

And I’m sure it’s a struggle for most of us to figure out what we can share and what we can’t…

In all these things, our focus isn’t meant for the ugly, but it’s what God is bringing to our table in the midst of it all. The beauty that He is exemplifying in us.

And this is what we’re sharing. This is what we’re about.

Sure, we can relate in the ugliness, but the way it makes us feel, it’s not something that gives us a such a good feeling.

So I think sometimes those heavy subjects can try to cover the picture of restoration that has been painted out through our stories.

I want to display His artwork in my life. That He was able to make this mess into a masterpiece and be proud of it.

Not in one moment, was He ashamed of my story.

And with my focus being on His goodness and His face, I begin to really believe that.

So the next time my story needs to be shared to bring healing, it will have the glow of hope, joy, and belief all up in it. My stomach won’t be sick all day and my mind won’t be disrupted by thoughts. I’ll be stepping into truth because I have already dove deeply into the One who has always been doing good on my behalf.