My story began with a thought.
A thought about me.
A thought so much bigger than just me.
A thought that formed the earth, the stars. Everything.
A story that began with a single breath. Breath that set my story into motion.
And here I sit. Each breath a gift from the one who gave the very first breath.
My story is full. Valleys and mountains. Triumph and devastation.
Each moment crisp, in focus, with the One who walks this story with me.
He writes my journey, my story and writes in encouragement for me to follow…
Even when the story gets dark.
He has a victorious, blindingly glorious finish for my story. His story.
I just have to keep reading, with hope, until…
The Last Page
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