I read some passages from a popular book, 1,000 Gifts, that many have urged me to take a look at. I am intrigued. If I don’t read it at the present time I must admit I have already been touched.
These words could all be mine, but the author, Ann Voskamp, penned some of them.
Is this the toxic air of the world, this atmosphere we inhale, burning into our lungs, this No, God? No, God, we won’t take what You give. No, God Your plans are a gutted, bleeding mess and can’t You get anything right and just haul all this pain out of here and I’ll take it from here, thanks. And God? Thanks for nothing.
Isn’t this the human inheritance, the legacy of the Garden?
Yes, I believe it is.
Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.
If I’m ruthlessly honest, I may have said yes to Christianity, but really, I have lived the no. I have. Infected by that Eden mouthful…
Losses do that.
I also am beginning… just beginning… to accept that there are things we don’t understand, but God does.
There’s a reason I am not writing the story, my story, and God is. He knows how it all works out, where it all leads, what it all means.
Trying to find the way back to trust.