30 - Day 20

Some people paint their stories.  

Some write them or sing or say them.

The Father breathed His, and part of this breath

 is the story of us.

We are the beloved, His children, the blossom grafted into an eternal vine.

He pours His spirit into the heartache, the hurt, and the worry displacing the loneliness with His presence.  

His story turns our canvas into victory.

You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you.

John 15:16