Everyone Has A Story

Everyone has a story..

Hartwick Pines State Forest, Lisa Stager 2019

Whether you speak it out loud or write it down, it is your story.. it's the story of you.
Only I can tell my story and know that it is told correctly, because only I can hear the narrative playing out within my mind. while I watch the scenes unfold therein.

My story can become interwoven within the stories of others, told from their perspective..maybe they will use just one word..one name, for a name is all that may be needed.

Even Our LORD Himself is a story..The Word became flesh

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made . . . The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.

— John 1:1-3, 14

..and then He spoke and was spoken of and written down for us to know Him.

Creation was spoken into existence..while molded by His hand..it is commanded by his word into action continually.
Isaiah 48:13 

My hand laid the foundation of the earth, and my right hand spread out the heavens; when I call to them, they stand forth together. 

We are made in the image of our Creator..

 …Then God said, “Let Us make man in Our image, after Our likeness, to rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, and over all the earth itself and every creature that crawls upon it.” So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.  Genesis 1:26-27

He is Spirit and through His Word our own spirit came to life as we were spoken into existence while His hand wove our bodies within the womb. Our Creator is the true author of our stories..It is our job therefore to walk it out and talk it out..just like the sun and moon and all the elements of the universe obey Him, we too must obey according to His design for us, which is our purpose for being.

 For you formed my inward parts;
    you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
    my soul knows it very well.
 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
    intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
    the days that were formed for me,
    when as yet there was none of them.
(Psalm 139 14-16) 

Our own words are more powerful than our hands..with the ability to construct or destroy whole worlds of thought and emotion..we create things both tangible and intangible..We command our fingers and our eyes and whole body to perform and create almost anything we can imagine.

We build cities and relationships and the chapters continue to be written and spoken into existence.

In a world where everyone is trying to be heard, there are some who remain silent, who believe that their story is not important. Perhaps they have been told to be quiet, because someone did not want to hear their story..or maybe they are waiting for their story to become more interesting? What a shame to wait, for your story may never get told except maybe in one or two words written into the story of another.
If I were to define the sky with only one word and say "sky" then I have included in my story the sky..but without a description of that sky from someone standing underneath it during an early summer morning..or a pilot flying above it ..then I may not be doing it justice with my limited perspective as I sit here looking out the window of my cottage in the forest..for I can barely even see the sky above me. This is the same as someone else telling or writing your story..even if only a sentence is created..without a clear vision into the perspective that only you yourself possess.

If I were to give you one word of advice today..I would say either "Speak!" or "Write!" It is yours to tell..so tell it while you can..otherwise someone else may tell your story for you..but then it is no longer yours.

My story continues..

By: Lisa Stager
February 13, 2020