I will be quiet here this week, but I have invited my friend, Elisabeth. I have the privilege of knowing Elisabeth in person. What I love most about her, after her passion and love for God and her family, is her authenticity. She has a beautiful heart and is a beautiful writer. I believe you will be touched by her story. Will you make her feel welcome, and also help me share it while I am away? I am so honored to have her as my guest. You can find her at her blog,
This is my journey to seek the God I love…
How would you feel about your story if you knew and understood that its already been written, and you have the choice to jump in and live it, or sit by the sidelines and let it pass you by?
Would you want to take a red pen and do some editing, deleting, and reviewing…or would you want to take out whole paragraphs, pages or chapters?
Does your story have a hint of regret, hurt, shame, or guilt? How about the tone of your life? Depressed, enthusiastic, hopeful, faithful, loving, kind? How about the plot? Could someone read the back of your book (your life) and know what your deepest desires and most passionate passions are?
When God created you, and me, He created us in His image.
So God created man in His own image,
in the image of God He created him;
male and female He created them.
He didn’t ask what you thought about you, or your story.
He just created, and He said it was good.
I haven’t always liked my story. I am probably like most everyone else; loves this part, doesn’t care for that character, despises this chapter, lives the dream, and then the plot thickens.
My childhood was picture perfect. Parents that loved each other and their 5 kids whole heartedly. Home-schooled from Kindergarten through 12th grade. Amazing friendships, and life long life partners were made in high school.
I confidently sailed myself into some rough waters as I was graduating High school and I slowly took one step at a time away from God’s will. I knew it from the moment I took it. But strangely enough, the farther away I got, the easier it became. Four years of wondering led me to a place of despair and desperation. God met me in my apartment and whispered, “I have something better. Trust me.”
More money was spent on counseling and more tears were cried those few months. I knew what it meant for me. It meant stepping out of my comfort zone, relinquishing control, being content, and acting out the story that had already been penned by the Great Author himself.
The joy of our lives was born in March of 2010, we became Medical students in August of 2010 and every single day since has been hard. But its been good. I have grown more than weeds that never get picked in your yard. My roots have been forced to go down deep, and my passion to know Christ and hear His voice is more desirable than all the riches this world has to offer.
It was gut wrenching. But my heart heard it again, “I have something better, Trust me.” Looking back it all makes since. Every aspect of my story is exactly that. My story. Without the paragraphs, chapters and characters I’d like to remove, I wouldn’t be me. Or Here. Or hearing those words I treasure, “I have something better, Trust me.”
Will you trust Him?
Will you choose to jump into this life
and fully embrace and live all that He desires?
You may find that all you’ve dreamed up
doesn’t even compare to what He wants to offer you.
More of Elisabeth’s story can be found here, One Girl’s Journey to Seek the God She Loves.