Be Renewed: Beginning Again With GodSýnishorn

Where Your Story Begins

Daughter, you hear Me say it true: I begin a new thing in you. 

The past is behind you. I was there with you. I can show you where I was. 

Looking back is not bad, but staying there is not my plan. Let Me place my hand on the places of pain, where you feel alone, where you cry out for rescue.

I have rescued you, daughter. I created your frame, the contours of your skin, the timing of the way your eyes close, just so. I know your makeup, all the details of you, your entire story. 

I author you, daughter. 

The drafting of your story, your hand in mine . . . there is paper not more beautiful—curls of letters that make Me smile. 

Daughter, the story of your name is written in my book, your beginning, the moment where you felt you ended and I begin. That is your beginning, child. 

You begin where you end and I begin. 

And the story keeps writing, child. After beginning there is adventure. After beginning there is trust and falling and catching and believing and choosing and waiting. There is much waiting and beginning again. 

Your story running right off the page with Me.