Signed, Sealed, Delivered

Your very lives are a letter that anyone can read by just looking at you. Christ himself wrote it—not with ink, but with God's living Spirit; not chiseled into stone, but carved into human lives—and we publish it. 2 Corinthians 3:3 (the msg)

I'm in love with thinking about the verse above. The Author of All has taken pains to masterfully, beautifully pen out my existence with His Spirit. I am an expression of His own hand.

Put into practice what you learned from me, what you heard and saw and realized. Do that, and God, who makes everything work together, will work you into his most excellent harmonies. Philippians 4:9 (the msg)

Not only does he care enough to write me out a life, he writes me into a story that involves others. He winds my little life in between hundreds, thousands of others. Some will leave their indellible marks on my thoughts; some will pass me by unnoticed. I am a collection of the ones that have stayed long enough to mean something to me. My music collection is a sum of my memories and those that influenced my tastes. My humor is an oratory scrapbook of the friends that have shared laughs with me in different cities, states and countries. My wardrobe is a mix of personalities, both mine and those of my fashion icons. I am the result of those that have meant something to me. I am a letter, transcribed first by Christ and fingerprinted with the lives of my friends, my heroes, my worst enemies.