My Piece of Paper

It’s not like our lives are a blank piece of paper.  We are born with attributes, personality, uniqueness and dreams.  I can only think these are gifts from God…in His image.  Even the culture we find ourselves, is not of our choosing.  That prompts many “what ifs” for me. Doesn’t it make you wonder? There is a feeling of randomness and yet divine appointment all rolled into one life.  God spoke the world into existence, and I wonder if he SPOKE me into being.  If he did,what words did he say?  My name? (He knew my parents would be surprised by my entrance and would try to find a name to match my twin sister Londa…so they said “Sonya”)  Did he say “Sonya”?  Did he speak the purpose of my life, and I came into being? Was it a whisper into the universe I can’t see, but know is there?  Does the place beyond the stars still echo these words he said to create me?  Maybe that’s what I’m hearing in the rustle of the leaves in the wind.  Maybe these words bring the beautiful snowflake that falls on my face. Could it be that Gods spoken words, the ones that brought me into existence still echo in my soul? Maybe this explains Romans 1:20 “For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal Godhead; so that they are without excuse.”   We know something (invisible things) in the depths of our being that is beyond our reasoning.  It’s there, we know it by what we see…and we didn’t put it there.  I’m overwhelmed by that.  God gave me a “paper” (life) that begins with something that He wrote. He wants me to add to it sometimes. He lets me erase sometimes, and yet he also leaves my big ink stains sometimes as a reminder…that we do better writing when we do it together.  I imagine in the end, my page is added with many others to make His special book. I hope my page is the beautiful, joyous, peace-filled entry that He desires.  Maybe when he opens to my page, it will echo back the words he used to create me.