It Doesn't Matter How Your Story Begins

I finally got to see A Wrinkle in Time and let me tell you, it did not disappoint.

In fact, there were several parts that I found myself tearing up. I could identify greatly with Meg, the protagonist, and how she didn’t think that much of herself.

I think we have all been there.

At one point during the movie, Mrs. Which, played by the great Oprah Winfrey, says to Meg, “Do you realize how many events, choices, that had to occur since the birth of the universe leading up to the making of you? Just exactly the way you are.”

All. The. Feels.

It got me to thinking about my own life. My biological father did not want me and refused to acknowledge me. With the help of her parents, Mama Terry raised me the best she could. Because it was the only life I ever knew, I never really felt any sense of loss or something missing, although I did wonder why most of the kids at daycare had a mommy and a daddy. However, I quickly reasoned that I had a mommy, a memaw and a papaw. It was different, but that didn’t mean it was bad.

Now that I’m a mom myself, I realize how hard my arrival into the world must have been for her -- dealing with an abusive relationship, a difficult pregnancy where she almost lost me twice, and a very uncertain future.

She did the best she could.

Layaway at Kmart was our best friend during back-to-school and she used her income tax money to repay my grandparents the tuition money they fronted her so that my middle school aged rebellious ass could go to private school. Everything was meticulously saved and planned, so that I would have what I needed when I needed it.

All because she loved me.

I know that if she could have, she would have given me a different life with even more amazing experiences. Yet she did what she could and it made me who I am today.

I share this with you because perhaps your beginning and life thus far hasn’t been ideal, life affirming, or fair to you. My heart aches at the thought of the children with traumatic or less than stellar childhoods who grew up to become adults who can’t shake the feeling that there’s gotta be something more than what currently surrounds them.

I want you to know that you are loved by Life itself. You are loved by a God who didn’t think the world was complete unless you were brought into existence. I want you to know that the Universe can use any circumstance, no matter how bad, to create something amazing and beautiful.

I recently saw a quote that said, “Miracles exist. Want proof? Just look in the mirror.”

All. The. Feels.

Regardless of how your story started, you are here now and you are now the author. You can choose to continue your story the way it is and the way it has always been. Or you can dare to tell a new story -- a story filled with redemption, love, joy, and peace.

The choice is always yours. The power is yours. It begins with a decision to believe that beautiful things can come from the rockiest of beginnings.

Now it’s your turn. Comment below and tell me about the beginning of your story.

I’m cheering for you. Like you’ve just saved Charles Wallace from the IT.

From the Front Row,


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