“For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” — Ephesians 2:10
One of the greatest discoveries I’ve made is that life isn’t primarily about finding answers.
For years I prayed, “Lord, show me Your will. Show me the path. Show me what You want me to do.” I thought if I prayed long enough, read enough Scripture, and listened carefully enough, one day God would hand me a map.
Instead, He kept putting people in front of me.
A friend who needed encouragement. Someone who needed forgiveness. A stranger who needed kindness. A challenge I never would have chosen.
Looking back, I wonder if I was asking the wrong question.
Maybe the purpose of life isn’t found in discovering God’s plan as much as responding faithfully to the opportunities He places in front of us.
Viktor Frankl (Man’s Search for Meaning) wrote that life asks every person a question. As I read those words, I couldn’t help but think of Jesus. He rarely answered questions directly. Instead, He asked them.
“Who do you say I am?”
“Do you love Me?”
“What do you want Me to do for you?”
Maybe that’s how God has always worked.
Every circumstance quietly asks, “Who will you become?”
That’s where My Story begins.
But it never ends there.
Because the next question is always about Your Story.
Who has God placed in front of me today? Whose burden can I help carry? Whose tears can I help wipe away? Whose story intersects mine for this moment?
Then, almost without noticing, both stories become part of something infinitely larger.
His Story.
The story God has been unfolding since the beginning. It’s not simply bound and finished in the Scripture.
Maybe that’s why Paul could write that all things work together for good—not because all things are good, but because the Author is still writing.
The chapter may be painful.
But the story isn’t over.
Prayer
Father, help me stop demanding the whole map. Give me the courage to be faithful with today’s step. Let my story become a blessing in someone else’s story, and may both find their place in Your Story. Amen.
My Story, Your Story, His Story
Verse 1
I thought faith would spare the hard days,
Keep my feet on easy ground.
But the road has crossed through valleys
Where hope was hard to find.
Some prayers were answered slowly,
Some dreams never came to be.
Still somewhere in the silence,
He was changing me.
Pre-Chorus
I can’t choose every chapter,
I can’t stop every storm.
But I can choose the heart I carry
Until the morning comes.
Chorus
My story…
Written through the joy and pain.
Your story…
Crosses mine and we’re both changed.
His Story…
Has been holding every page.
Nothing’s wasted, nothing’s lost
When love becomes the way.
My story…
Your story…
His Story.
Verse 2
Sometimes strength is simply staying
When the night won’t let you sleep.
Sometimes hope is just believing
There’s a harvest you can’t see.
Love is found in ordinary moments,
A hand to hold, a burden shared.
Meaning grows where mercy meets us,
Right in the middle of our prayers.
Bridge
When I cannot change my story,
I can change the way I live.
I can answer fear with courage.
I can answer hate with grace.
I can answer loss with kindness.
I can answer doubt with faith.
Every choice becomes a sentence
That no sorrow can erase.
Final Chorus
My story…
Never written just for me.
Your story…
Part of who I’m meant to be.
His Story…
Has been calling us by name.
Every scar and every victory
Finding purpose just the same.
Outro
My story…
Your story…
They were never meant to stand alone.
Every road… every scar…
Every joy… every tear…
Somehow they all lead home.
His Story…
Has been writing us all along.
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