I’ve been reading A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller. Its largely about the idea that our lives are stories, part of the Great Story written by God. Reading Miller often does great things in my soul and this one has not been a disappointment. In recent chapters he has been talking about our responsibility to engage with life and make our stories memorable and worthwhile and full of God encounters.
I guess this has struck a chord with me because I feel like other stuff I’ve been reading and thinking about is all playing into this idea, but also because I’m on the cusp of fairly major change in my life story. I’ve been raising financial support to go work for a church in France since March-ish and today is a deadline date where the mission council will decide if I have enough support in place to go at the end of October.
It has been a long and at times painful journey. Its a lot of money and I’m raising in a fairly rough time in global economy and if there’s one thing I struggle to talk about productively, its finance.
This afternoon brings another blow. Yesterday due to counting miscommunications, my total shot up by 5% making it look like I’d surely be given the go ahead. This afternoon another discrepancy was discovered but this time not in my favour, leaving me with 1.5% less than I thought I had before it shot up yesterday.
Buoyed by much tea and binge-proportions of fruit cake (seriously – it was the best option in the house! But it is damn fine fruit cake.), I’m trying to think of this occurrence as a great twist in the tale of the story being written here. Every story has a great moment of disappointment and tension where it looks like it might not turn out okay in the end. I mean, can you imagine how great an anecdote it’ll be when I tell the story in the future? “It all looked like disaster might strike, but suddenly God turned up…”
Come on, God – let’s see what you can do!