“So, what’s your story?” I heard the man ask the girl sitting in the corner booth of the coffee shop. I glanced up from my cinnamon coffee and devotional book to see what she would say. 

“I’m not sure I have a story,” she replied. “My life hasn’t mattered that much.” Her response saddened me not because I knew this girl but because I was once this girl. If you look at the girl I am today, you will see a competent, warm, happy, and successful woman, but that wasn’t always me.

Of course, God disagreed with my assessment of me, but the cool thing is he never stopped trying to convince me that he had big plans for me. It took a lot of healing and love to mend my heart and engage me in actively participating in the story that my creator began the day I drew my first breath.

I wondered if the man would come and ask me the same question: ” What’s your story?” I would probably say I’m still writing it, but the chapters so far are amazing.” Sit down, and I’ll tell you about my Co-Writer and the journey we’ve been on so far.”

©2005 Marsha L. Brown

(He did come and ask me several months later… I’ll tell you about him next time.)