Your Story

Your story began long before you were bornBlackberry Pictures 030

Lightyears before

A man

And a woman

Thought they made a child.

But what they did was

Step into your picture,

The storyline,

The plot of who you would be.

Can you see?

You thought they made you,

Produced a baby.

And they helped,

But maybe

They’ve gotten credit for being

The main characters in the formation of you

When they were carriers.

The idea of you,

The thought of you,

Long eons ago,

So far back it’s inconceivable,

And yet you were.


In the mind and heart of God.

In the once upon a timeless.

And you grew.

And the path of your story went straight up.


No one’s ever does.

You flailed a while

And grasped at shiny things,

Not yet aware

That the shiniest

Was Him. God. Your Creator.

Your breaths started unevenly

Until you found your rhythm.

You bruised easily

When mistreated.

We all do.

You rode in the amniotic fluid of childhood.

Was yours a smooth ride?

Or a violent sloshing?

Either way

You rode it out and became what some call an adult.

To God, you’ll always be His child,

One He carries in His arms.

Over His shoulder, patting the bubbles out.

In a snuggly He’s strapped to His chest.

So you can be soothed by the unfailing pulse of His heartbeat.

Characters come and characters go

In the story of your life.

Some accompany you on your journey.

Some make your journey more difficult.

And a crisis hits

And a hint of denouement.

And the tension escalates

And it subsides.

Another chapter.

And another.

A cliff hanger, but you can’t leave it there,

Can’t turn the story of your life

Upside down on a tabletop

Until you feel like reading again,

Until you’re strong enough to go through the pain.

No, the pages keep turning

Whether you’re ready or not,

Whether you have time to read or not.

But it’s your story,

So you do.

And it’s His story—

The God who made you,

Who mapped out your life

Conflicts and all

Long eons ago.

Because He knew the day would come

When you would notice

The shiny thing

That caught your eye

Was Him.

And that the story was much more interesting

Read in His own penmanship.

From the page, even in the darkest passages,

A light glows.

You can barely read the words

But you can, because of the light.

His Name is Jesus. That Light.

“And the life (of Jesus) was the light for all people.

The light shines in the darkness

and the darkness doesn’t extinguish the light.” John 1:4-5 CEB

“But those who did welcome him,

those who believed in his name,

He authorized to become

God’s children,

Born not from blood

Nor from human desire or passion,

But born from God.

The Word became flesh

And made his home among us.

We have seen his glory,

Glory like that of a father’s only son,

Full of grace and truth.”  John 1:12-14, CEB


Look at the cover of your life.

See it there?

The Author’s name in letters larger than the title.

As it should be.

Jesus—the Author and editor

Of your faith story.

Hang on.

The ending will take your breath away.


Copyright 2013 Cynthia Ruchti



Are you living a destination life or an explorer life?

Much of my life is spent headed for a particular destination–the end of a project, the specific spot on the map. But on a recent research trip to Bayfield/Ashland/Madeline Island in the northernmost tip of Wisconsin, I allowed myself the freedom of exploration. As I pointed my car down this road, I didn’t know if it would be a rough or smooth ride, lead me to civilization or away from it, provide rest stops along the way or not, afford me scenic overlooks or lead me deep into the woods.

Park north of Bayfield road 2It didn’t matter. I was in explorer mode.

What would happen if you and I adopted that mindset more often in day-to-day living?

“Where will this lead?” Don’t know. Let’s go exploring.

“I’m afraid to move forward because I don’t know where or how this will end.” It’s about the journey.

“I’ve never been down this road before.” All the more reason to stay observant.

“If I only had a guide…” We do.

My sister-in-law has embarked on a journey through breast cancer. The road is steal-your-stomach rough in some places. She didn’t expect this detour. And she didn’t expect the kind of breathtaking scenery it would afford her either. The kindness of friends and family. The blessing of compassionate as well as wise doctors. Newly approved “promising” medications. Peace that passes understanding, unexplainable, overriding everything, indescribable, worth-talking-about peace.

Philippians 4:7 Common English Bible–“Then the peace of God that exceeds all understanding will keep your hearts and minds safe in Christ Jesus.”

She’s living an explorer life, a life of discovery. She’s discovering that the rhythm of the tires on gravel sounds much like someone speaking her name to the Healer: “Jesus? Betty! Jesus? Betty! Jesus? Betty!”

Jesus? Beauty. There’s beauty even on this unfamiliar path. Don’t let us miss any of it while we go exploring with You.