What is in a title or a name for a good story? Should I call this…
Princess Bride Becomes A Queen”?
Often the titles comes at the end, after the story is written an accurate, more fitting title falls into place.
For now I was waking up trying to just clear my thought and start the day before I could start writing a story worth writing or reading.
The door was cracked. I gave it a little tap and said softly, “It’s 9 o’clock.” I heard back,
Behind that door was my little one, my very first born, now a full grown woman, engaged & soon to be married.
I thought back to the beginning of her life. We named her Kyri. Her mom and I were so amazed to be part of the process in which a new life comes into to being. We knew the real source, the true Creator, and wanted to give Him the glory. Her name means “God”. Well, we took the greek Kyrie and dropped 1 letter. We weren’t so arrogant that we thought she was God but we wanted to give her a name that was pretty, beautiful and reflected God, just as some name their child “Christian”. Her middle name is Christina (Follower of Jesus). I’m sure some may argue with all this and the meaning of her name but without one word we knew what we wanted her name to be and what meaning we wanted it to have. Plus, there was a popular song from the 1980’s called, “Kyrie” by the band Mr. Mister that rang a bell with us.
Oh, to write the perfect story. Not just about Kyri but about life! One with a great beginning. One with a middle filled with mystery, adventure, drama both good and bad and an ending…an ending…well, with an ending that had no real end but that lets the story carry on. Not just a happily ever after but a journey that continues well beyond the last few words.
I sat with pen in hand and I realized, or thought with my limited mind, that it has all already been written; and yet…has it been written with my interpretation? Has it been written from where I am sitting, from my prospective? I questioned myself, did a little soul searching & thought of a post I wrote recently which was already in story form about a teenage girl, a friend & finding their way in this life. (That post -note: scheduled to be published May 9, 2018)
I gathered my thoughts the best I could, stretched (doing a few exercises), put the song Firefly by Hiromi on repeat, got some coffee and chewed on this story idea.
Then, sitting down with paper & pen I sat in front of the journal I’ve kept for her and started joting down notes as they came to mind.
Quickly they began to enter & fly around. I had to pray and ask my creator to help me reign them into something that would be understood by her & anyone else who reads it.
It was Palm Sunday March 25, two-thousand eighteen. A date is always good to start with.
Quickly I realized that this day, today, the present, was not when any of this really started. When taking part in creating a story or composition, let alone developing, nurturing another life suddenly I feel so small and the reality is, although I can create I am not the creator. How do I even begin?
I took a few moments to think about what took place on the original Palm Sunday. That day was not when everything really started either. Everything started way, way before all that and right now from where I sit in this period and chunck of time, this too was soon to be part of history that started long, long ago, seemingly in a distant galaxy far, far away & yet within the very same place I now call home.
Life is a matter of perspective. For many people their life story seems to pass, having never really lived, alive but not really taking it all in or thinking that living recklessly drinking & shooting it yelling, “YOLO!” will some how lead to living a truly satisfied life where they can sing from deep within, “It is all well with my soul.”
Some how the menure life has dished out isn’t valued as fertilize. It is just viewed as smelly, viel & poison; however, with the right perspective we can come to a point at one point or another to realize that it is that very waste that will allow us to grow so much better, that is of coures if the dirt we are in is good to begin with at the start. Jesus told many stories in the form of parables, such as this one: “Listen! A farmer went out to plant some seeds… Matthew 13:3 NLT
With all this in mind it is never too late to begin or begin again.
In regard to the middle of life, this story we write page by page, chapter by chapter, is all a matter of perspective too; although, the middle is not known, left in God’s hands we can’t know what health we may have or not have. We don’t know what “accidents” and mishaps we may befall. We don’t know what God knows. We don’t understand what only He can understand.
“My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord . “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. Isaiah 55:8 NLT
When we are really young we never jump to thinking about the end of life for we haven’t even reached what we think could be the middle. Many times it isn’t until the middle that we’ve begun to learn from our early beginnings and may see patterns and habits that give us a foreshadow as to how we’d like things to turn out as we grow.
We assume we’ll live a long life & die when we are much older but quickly we find out that we don’t have any more control over how things end than we had since we were born.
Some feel stuck in the middle and may try to do or not do thibgs differently as to have some way of writing their story (life) in a more meaningful way or at least more interesting & adventurous.
Far too many may see the ending is vastly unlike many of the fairy tales they recall so dearly from their childhood. Often it may not be until one is confronted and faced with what they think is the ending or they witness the end of a loved one’s life that they even think about “the end”.
The stories we learn to read as we grow up don’t always have a “happily everafter” ending; however, a few days after reading those type of stories and mentally digesting them we realize there is so much more, a deeper meaning than just how it all ended.
It was how the story unfolded that made it worth reading & memorable having drank it all in.
Sure, upon finishing, at first our focus is on that ending & we’ve all but forgotten the once upon a time beginning that we sunk ourselves into as we curled up with it & dove in head first.
At the end of reading the finally is fresh in our minds but even as long as a few days, weeks, months & years later we realize…the beginning is not the story. Just the middle section is not the story. The ending can’t be all there is. We are able to begin at the end, after having taken it all in, to realize there is more. We say in our minds,
“Wait a minute! It’s not all about the ending. It’s about the story as a whole and reaching a conclusion that is far bigger than how this story ended.”
Our mind & souls long for more, more, more when we reach the end of a good story.
The beginning sets things up for us. That’s where we got to know setting & the characters, especially those significant toward the plot. As we travel along with what was written our minds even enjoy the side trips but when we reach the end we feel like we’ve only just begun and we hope there is a sequel or even a prequel that we can read, taking us deeper and continuing what we started. We know there is always more to the story, more than what was written and more than could be written.
When looking at the best story ever told, it is not how it was told but the fact that it was told and that it is more than words on a page.
Looking at The Holy Word of God. The author of life has inspired people to write accounts given by Him. We read what Jesus’s cousin John wrote, “Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written.” (John 21:25 NIV)
SO, I REALIZED TODAY THAT WORDS AND BOOKS CAN’T CONTAIN THE PERFECT STORY, ALTHOUGH WE MAY TRY. THE PERFECT STORY CAN NOT JUST BE READ IT MUST BE EXPERIENCED IN SOME WAY.
This story started long before today or the original Palm Sunday, the first true Christmas morning or even before creation and without the beginning, without creation, there is no today. There would be no story to tell. The reality is that all creation tells this story. Each element is only part of the bigger moving picture and how can a story this big and broad and beyond our human comprehension even begin to be told?
The lyrics written for the hymn “The Love of God Is Greater Far” reads,
The love of God is greater far. Than tongue or pen can ever tell. It goes beyond the highest star And reaches to the lowest hell.
It goes on in verse 3,
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
(Words & Music © 1923, Ren. 1951 by Hope Publishing Co., Carol Stream, IL 60188.)
Some may believe and knowingly participate but all will be part of living out the perfect story that has already be written.
Perhaps one of the most well known authors of our life time put it best when he wrote
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts,”
To be contined…
Go to: https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/?p=12705 for Part 2 of The Perfect Story (to be published the end of October 2018).