My story is still being written, and that is the beauty of it. It is eternal. Every day the sun comes up over the horizon, inviting me to show love to those around me. To make an influence for good in the lives of those God placed in my life. To invite in the Creator of all things to work and move through me. Each day when the sun rises I can make a choice not to let the negative voices overcome my will to make a positive impact. To let the words which come out of mouth lift others up instead of planting a seed of acidity.
Some days, my candle burns so bright I feel as though I could set the whole world aflame. Other days it is a tiny ember, snuffed almost to oblivion by the failures and tiredness and monotony of the day. But then there are those who come into my life with an unexpected hug, and word of encouragement, an encompassing smile, and my tiny ember is given some air. It is fanned by those around me. Little by little it becomes brighter.
My story is beautiful because it is intertwined with those around me who make it bigger, brighter, more lovely. My family. My friends. Everyone I come in contact with who reaches out their hand and says, “Keep going. Finish the race. You may have stumbled but you are not alone.”