My mother’s best friend once said that she saw her life in chapters, each being its own story: a child with her parents and siblings, a young adult relocating to Austin, wife/homemaker/mother of four, marriage as empty nesters and grandparents, her life as a widow; and stories within stories, friendships, health etc. Olga died over a year ago.
I’m thinking about beginnings and endings, and also about waves. Riding up with faith and falling into doubt, up with purposefulness, down with distraction.
Good things are sometimes difficult to hold on to. Difficult unless you have someone holding you up, guiding you, whispering in your ear... reminding you.
Matthew 14:28-32
“Lord, if it’s you, Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” “ Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord save me!” Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?” And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down.”
Which chapter are you living today? How is the story going to end before the next one begins?
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