I listened to a reflection by Fr. Mike Schmitz this morning. The idea that he expanded on was a simple, yet incredibly deep truth. At least, to me it was deep and there were times during the day when I thought of it. He said,

“Every life is a story, every person is an author, and the only question is, “Who will you become at the end?”

This was very profound to me. As Fr. Mike elaborated on the concept, he asked what would the title of your story be if you were to write your autobiography right now. What defines you? Or what are you allowing to define you? I thought about the different stages in my life and how different I have seen myself as my life has progressed. When I was a child, I probably would have named my story, “Left Out: The Sickly Child”. Later I may have titled it, “Unforgiven” or “Unaccepted Grace” as I felt I had made too many mistakes to be fully loved by God. At another time, perhaps it would have been, “Listening, Waiting, Moving” when I was trying to hear what God wanted for me and waiting to move until He prompted me to. Looking back on my life now, which has always revolved around my faith in some capacity, perhaps now I would title my story, “Unworthy, But Grateful”. I know I am not worthy of God’s love, yet He loves me fully now as He has loved me fully when He breathed life into me. I am incredibly grateful for the relationship I have with Him, while realizing there is more to come. That can be somewhat overwhelming and comforting at the same time. I know that whatever my future brings, it will be in conjunction with the presence of God.

I Found God today reflecting on my life story.