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What I left out of my life story

Hearing life stories this semester in LIFEgroup has been amazing. We're all hot messes and I love that we don't have to hide it.

This is what it means to live life together--being a part of a community that is centered around a God who loves us in spite of our flaws and failures. Community that is composed of real people who learn to love, forgive, serve, and honor one another. This is what we were designed for.

Sharing my life story for the first time four years ago was an immensely freeing experience for me. So powerful that I've implemented it in every single LIFEgroup I've been a part of since. You'd think that it might get old year-to-year, but it's quite the contrary. I love that every time I reflect on my life story, God reveals more that I hadn't thought about before.


What I left out of my life story is my tendency to try to be God instead of be like Him.

Ever since I started working 2.5 years ago, I've tried to make sense of why I ended up working where I work, especially in light of where I live. Why Detroit? Why the long commute? Why not a job at UM where I could be happy with many different roles?

I developed hypotheses and hoped for things, just to make the dots (forcibly) connect. I wanted to be God instead of be like God.

As much as I despise the long commutes, I think it's good for me. He knew my tendencies, and instilled this so I could be still for those two-hours in the car. He knows (and gives me) what I need, not just what I want. This is why God is God and I am not.

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