Ours Is A Story of Repair

Given the understanding that the human brain is wired for stories and

learns best within the full context of a story, hopefully, this piece will encourage

you to consider exploring your own.

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Ours is a story of repair.

We came to it broken --

Torn images, missing scenes.

You remember a red butterfly.

I remember yellow angel trumpets.

We wanted honey.

Bees were everywhere

and they stung. Never the same bee. Never the same reaction.

We constructed our hives and stored our questions:

Did the daisies pop up on their own, or did we plant them?

If our stories aren’t the same, which one is true?

I remember baby ducks hiding from the heat under the cactus.

You remember seeing your breath in the cold morning air.

One of us remembers a blue-belly lizard dead in her pocket.

Two of us remember standing alone on a stool by the kitchen sink washing our mother’s hair.

We pretended fairies were as real as butterflies and pansies had faces.

Did we run away, climb out an open window or were we yanked out by desperate DNA?

Who crushed the wings of the Song Bird we couldn’t name?

Even now can we bear to own our part?

After much spinning.

We quit pointing fingers.

When we were at our best, we prayed.

Stories opened their arms to us.

We ran to capture every word.

One story and then another and another.

We found God in places where we once felt alone.

We named all that could be named.

We surrendered our pasts.

We became the good endings of our dreams.

We learned… if it isn’t good it isn’t the end.

As you reflect on this piece, what untold stories in your history are asking for your attention? What factors might be preventing you from telling your story? Do you believe that the Lord of the Universe, The Alpha and The Omega, is the author of your story? He is and He invites you to move into the future mindful of His loving Presence.