we assume we’re the main characters of our own stories.
we are, after all, the centre of everything we experience. and everyone has a story.
we don’t know it any other way.
but then something happens that makes us wonder
if we’re like nick carraway,
the sidekick in someone else’s fairytale.
what are we, really?
“count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. and let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” - james 1:2-4
would that this were easier! it’s so hard to keep going sometimes. and i tell myself, hey, it’s gonna be okay, because i know it will be. eventually, it will be. but right now doesn’t feel okay. right now feels like God help me i’m struggling help help help—
and i just remember sitting in a treehouse not so long ago, reading about frodo and sam and the trials they faced. and sometimes i wish i had their courage.
to endure.
to keep going.
because why would you stop whilst you’re in the fire? keep going. God’s always with you.
(it’s gonna be okay, i tell myself. it is going to be okay.)
dear little girl with your head in the clouds keep laughing, don’t cry keep dreaming, don’t stop dear little girl with your armful of books ...
