Happy Endings

This started out as a very different post.  I noticed that my recent  writing “style” had been leaning a particular way.   It’s not  that I necessarily liked it or disliked it–I just wanted to write something different.

I wanted to write something different because sometimes when I look at my own blog … when I see the lovely tranquil header in such an idyllic location (from the Mt of Beatitudes overlooking the Sea of Galilee, by the way) … when I read the serene sounding tagline and the many references to “faith” and  “simplicity”… when I take in the “spiritual” content of the posts …

Well, sometimes I just can’t relate. 

Yep, that’s right.  Even though it’s my blog and I’ve written everything on here … sometimes I can’t relate.

I can’t relate because it all ends up sounding so dang spiritual.   And, frankly, sometimes  I feel about as spiritual as a rock.  Sometimes–a little too often, really– “tranquility” “stillness” “simplicity” “focus” and “peace” do not describe my mood or my life.  Sometimes “stressed” “anxious” “distracted” “tired” and “numb” are more accurate.

So I wanted to try something else.  Something that I thought might be a bit more relateable across a broader spectrum.  Something that didn’t seem so darn spiritual and hopeful. Something a little  grittier.  Something that seemed more real.

So, um, ask me how it worked out.

Yeah, not so well. After spending a lot of time I didn’t have trying to get something to flow that was never meant to be uncorked in the first place, I finally gave up.  I figured I’d try again the next day.  But by the time the next day arrived and I got back to it …

He’d already gotten to me.

He = God.  As in Father, Son, and Spirit.  As in Jesus the Messiah; the Holy One of Israel; the Son of David; Lord of all  …

Yeah, that’s the one that always gets me —Lord.  As in he gets to be God and I don’t.  As in he gets to be the One who invades everything I do in ways that are, at times, far less convenient and “relateable” than I’d like.  But I realized again this morning …

I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

I wouldn’t have it any other way, because this is who I am.  He invades my life because I’ve invited him to. The truth is I can’t be any other way, because this is how he made me.  And this is how he’s called me to communicate.

Life is hard sometimes.  Sometimes circumstances don’t have happy endings. Honestly, I’ve seen enough of “hard” to last a couple of lifetimes.  But I’ve also seen something else …

I’ve seen him. 

And when I see him, I don’t think about hard–I think about goodness.  I think about grace. I think about happy endings. 

I may not always feel spiritual, but my relationship with Jesus and the reality of who I am in him is not dependent on feelings or circumstances. He is who he is regardless of how I feel.  And I am who he says I am regardless of how I feel about myself on any given day. 

Who I am is his beloved.  And what he’s asked me to do is reveal his heart.

It’s really not that difficult.

He hasn’t asked me to be gritty. He hasn’t asked me to try something different. He hasn’t asked me to try to “relate” to as many people as possible.  He hasn’t even asked me to try to relate to my own feelings!  He’s simply asked me to be who he says I am and release the message he has entrusted to me. 

That message is simply this:  In the midst of a crazy, mixed up, challenging and pain-filled world–he is good.  He is hope.  He is peace. He is love.

He is near.

And he is, and forever will be, the God of happy endings.

5 thoughts on “Happy Endings

  1. Love this! I can relate in going back to posts I’ve written and thinking “is that me that wrote that?” I often have to take my own advice. This is encouraging realizing He doesnt call us to be something were not but to the full positive potential of what we can be! Phil 1:6. Thanks for being you! Love you Mom!


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