Opening Prayer: Write your blessed name, O Lord, upon my
heart, there to remain, so indelibly engraved that no prosperity, no adversity,
shall ever move me from your love. ~Thomas a Kempis
Scripture: 2 Corinthians 3:1-4
Journal: What is the letter of your life saying about Jesus
these days? Are you living a good story
these days? Why or why not?
Reflection:
"You're writing another book about
yourself?" Jordan asked. He was sitting at the counter in the
kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. He had his laptop open and was choosing
the starting lineup for his college fantasy basketball team. He'd been
playing the game for a year and finally had a division one team. He said
he was going to start his best defense, because defense wins championships.
"I'm not writing a book. I'm not talking about a book. I'm talking about me. I don't think I'm telling a good story."
"I think you tell good stories. Lots of people think so."
"I tell good stories in books. I don't live good stories."
Jordan poured more milk in his cereal. He was looking at me while pouring the milk. He was squinting his eyes a little and furrowing his brow. He stopped pouring the milk. He kept looking at me for ten seconds or more, like he was studying me.
"You're right," he finally said. "You aren't living a good story."
"That's what I was saying."
"I see," he said.
"What do I do about that?"
"You're a writer. You know what to do."
"No, I don't."
Jordan looked at me with his furrowed brow again. "You put something on the page," he said. "Your life is a blank page. You write on it."
(A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller)
"I'm not writing a book. I'm not talking about a book. I'm talking about me. I don't think I'm telling a good story."
"I think you tell good stories. Lots of people think so."
"I tell good stories in books. I don't live good stories."
Jordan poured more milk in his cereal. He was looking at me while pouring the milk. He was squinting his eyes a little and furrowing his brow. He stopped pouring the milk. He kept looking at me for ten seconds or more, like he was studying me.
"You're right," he finally said. "You aren't living a good story."
"That's what I was saying."
"I see," he said.
"What do I do about that?"
"You're a writer. You know what to do."
"No, I don't."
Jordan looked at me with his furrowed brow again. "You put something on the page," he said. "Your life is a blank page. You write on it."
(A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller)
Prayers
Closing Prayer: Lord Jesus, make me a beautiful letter from
you, open and available for all to read.
Continue to write your good story within me. For your glory. Amen.
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