What marvelous words, those three are. To bring us closer to God, God enters our remembrance of Him through words that we can relate to that remind us of the beginning of a season, a time, a place, a relationship. It almost has the feel of “Once upon a time” where Eden was that idyllic place that we could truly be ourselves, unhindered by all the baggage that we struggle against since the time that Adam and Eve bit the apple.
So where am I beginning and what will it look like? It has been a long time since I opened my mouth to speak/write the words that God has inscribed there… so long that I find myself hesitating, cringing almost, as I type, a thing I never dreamt I would struggle with. Recovering from an illness several years ago has kind of robbed me of my voice, my confidence, even in every day living. Yet, those who love me most (especially my husband) believe that I have a story to tell.
What story shall I tell? I tap my fingers across the keyboard as if it will spell out the answer. Shall I tell the story of how I was born, raised, adopted and reunited with my birth family and all that came with it? Or shall I tell the story of how my husband and I came to adopt our own two children? Or shall I share how God has acted throughout His Story in each of our lives to continue to invite us into a love relationship with Him? Maybe, it has everything to with all of the above….