Were you encouraged to imagine the possibilities? Did they hold a mirror to the brilliance of God in you, take you to the window and project onto the night sky the potential impact your particular Creator-infused you-ness would have on this world?
Was the story told to you of your true origin? How you were carried by and delivered by mere mortals--those beautiful, hard-trying, broken individuals you call “Mom” and “Dad” or “birthmother” or “birthfather”— yes, this is how you emerged into time and space.
But I mean the first part, the real beginning of your story…how you were conceived, thought of, waaaaay before that, by a radiant, immortal, wholly intact, wholly loving, good and just Being…
Because if you didn’t hear that True story--or if you did but decided it was just too beautiful to survive adulthood--then you might not know that there are enormous Possibilities.
That your parents might have failed you in countless ways but could not take away the Possibility or Purpose.
Or…that life will at times be crushing, and you can lose everything, but not quite everything, because Possibility and Purpose stand.
There is no person, no circumstance, no matter how much power they seem to have, that can undo this crucial fact:
You are here because the Creator imagined you
and wrote you into the Great Story.
Long before your arrival date, already, he had prepared a work for you. You may find different names for it (the work) as you travel along. You may change your mind and change schools and change disciplines.
But Possibility walks beside you and waits for you to see.
Imagine healing...forgiveness...restoration…gratitude...joy and generosity. Imagine doing the hard thing in order to find a new way.
Imagine the Possibility of embracing a story that seemed to good to be true but is actually the only story that makes any sense of the chaos here.