“In Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.” Psalm 139:16

All my days. They were all written. Even before one of them came to be. You wrote my story. You know the end of every sentence, paragraph, chapter. The end of the story.

What amazing peace lies beckoning in that knowledge. One all seeing, all knowing, all powerful knows, controls, and holds my life. And calls to me to live in the freedom that comes from acknowledging my smallness, Your greatness; my frailty, Your strength; my wandering heart, Your faithfulness.

Creator, Father, Savior. Author.

“Once upon a time . . “