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Once Upon A Time~


Once upon a time......

 All fairy tales seem to start with those four little words.....
 Little girls dream of a "once upon a time" life.

It's through innocent eyes and a pure heart,we all as young girls speak of our future prince charming....
Our knight in shining armour.
Our house with the white picket fence....
Our perfect children....
Perfect job.......
Perfect families.

Our "Once upon a time" ~


For most of us, our story book of life,when opened is not the fairy tale we dreamed it would be.
We have had our moments of pure joy....
(Marriage)
Great sadness....
(Divorce)
Ecstatic  times....
(Birth of a child)
Lonely times.....
(Death of a loved one)
Brokenness....
(Addiction)
And restoration...
(Healing)

Our story contains  chapters of pure heartache and failure.....
While some of our chapters do tell of happiness and joy, the world tends to zone in on the ones that speak of our failures....in detail no doubt.

Our eyes are no longer shinning with innocence and our hearts while once pure, are now tainted  and scarred with wounds from the world we live in.

The pages in our book become heavy with shattered dreams, no longer light with fairy dust and twinkling stars.

We allow the author of our book to change to the enemy of our souls.
We come to believe the words he writes.....
The pictures he illustrates...
We buy into his story and lose sight of our fairy tale.
We begin to see our failures written in stone instead on the tablet of God's heart......

In reality we hold the "eraser", "white out" and "correction tape" for our story.......

JESUS!!

God's word tells us,

Hebrews 12:2

looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God 


Jesus is our author .....
Our "once upon a time"
He is our prince charming....
Our knight and shinning armour.....
He has built our perfect house .....
And He did it all on the cross!!!!!!


It has taken me several years to grasp just how much my daddy God loves me in spite of my down falls in life, however I can say that through it all, no matter what the enemy has tried to write in my book.......
My pages are shiny and crisp....
They are full of love and grace....
They show mercy and compassion....
 Most of all, they show Jesus in every sentence and paragraph!!!
And the best news....He continues to write my story!!


It is through telling my story, God's glory shines on every part of my
" once upon a time!!"

My story may not be as the fairy tales read, it is a story of love, brokenness,  redemption, grace,failure and mercy.....

It shows the love of a father that no other love can compare to.....
It shines the light of Christ in every dark place ....
It brings forth the healing touch of my Lord.....

His glory burst onto every page of my life cancelling out everything the enemy has tried to write.

HE is more than my "once upon a time"
He is more just than an author....
He is MY author....

And I.......
 I  am HIS daughter!!!!

I am no longer ashamed for others to read my book, to see all my pages in life.
To not only witness my joy and happiness but......
To see my brokenness....
My failures.....


Mark 16:15

15 And He said to them, Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature.





 God's  instructions were and are "to go and preach the gospel".......
For me, my story is apart of the gospel.
It portrays His supernatural healing....
His divine protection....
His redemption.....
His restoration.....

 I chose to tell my story for all to see God in every aspect of my life and to witness His glory, love and grace in it all!!!
He is my author and FINISHER!!!



The Lord is my "once upon a time"

I pray He becomes yours!!!!

xoxoxoxo

Stacey
















Comments

  1. Beautiful story! I know yours has a happy ending because of your Prince, the Prince of Peace. My story will have a happy ending too...or really, it will just be the beginning;) Let's keep our books open and let Him continue to write. I can't wait to see what the next chapters are!

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  2. Your words point to Jesus--wonderful truth!

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  3. Beauty from ashes, that is what He offers, Thank You Jesus!!
    Beautiful, so Beautiful!! Thank you for writing this.

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  4. Beautiful beautiful post my friend. It is overwhelming to realise that despite ourselves, God loves us anyway
    God bless
    Tracy

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  5. Beautiful :)

    As a writer, stories can't move forward without conflict. You can't just have pages and pages of 'The sun came out. Everything was hunky dory.' There is no movement, no growth, no arc, no learning. If we think of our lives like a book (written by Jesus), he COULD fill the pages with joy and happiness and sunny days... Then where would the joy be after we completed something difficult we didn't think we could...

    Where would be the growth if we never made mistakes...

    Where would be the learning if we knew it all?

    Great post!!! :)

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