The story is unwavering and indispensable.  The accompanying paintings can be traced back to a benevolent hand orchestrating the tiniest sketches and grandest murals.  For the background music, the one missing note on the piano completes the chord that can then be replicated through each of the octaves, completing the melody and leaving my ears yearning for more.  The priceless photographs teleport me to those certain moments that will be forever etched in my mind, and they remind me why my daydreams seem to find their way back there.

An over-the-shoulder look at life brings motivation to complacency and a passion to indifference.  Looking back I see all the dots are more than connected—they are woven together with skill and art.  I see that all the ends are tied with precision though the completion may have tinged a bit.   In my memory, I look at life with a backstage pass– I can sneak a peak behind the curtain to reveal that the Lord’s ways are certainly not my ways.  But they are perfect.

The story is being written now.  I’m in on the action— the smiles, heartbreaks, the joys, the struggles, the laughs—I’m the character in forming, the plot in the making, and the ah-ha moment on the last page.

I don’t want to wait until the end to say the story is beautiful.  I want to capture the moments along the way.  That is why I’m going to write.

The end will show the story, though now when I’m writing I won’t yet have my backstage pass.

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