This is my final encore introduction blog. Friday I’ll resume my usual writing schedule. I hope you’ll continue with me on this journey as a subscriber. All my writing contains pieces of my heart (see my Author Interview). I write for broken people like myself (see Putting Down Roots).

This post was published August 31, 2011. That year there were three accidents.

Introducing Melinda: Blog #14

“Your eyes saw my unformed substance…”

Conception  Lynn (Gracie’s mom) via Compfight

Our genetic material was intricately woven together by the Architect of our bodies, our souls created by Him. God crafted into each of us the instinctual drive to stay alive. But everyone formed in the womb will one day die, unless Christ first returns to snatch us to Himself. Aside from that, death is a certainty, the mysterious shore toward which we all row. It will happen.

What glories await us? We only know in part.

Since Adam ate the forbidden fruit, sin and death reign. We all sin; we will all die—God already knows the day for each one. This summer the Lord spared my life in a messy car accident, minivan tangling with semi. Not only that, but He protected me from debilitating injury. It could have gone another way. But it didn’t. He wasn’t done with me yet.

Finishing touch Aneesh Subrahmanian via Compfight

He is the Potter; I am the clay. He is the Shepherd; I am His sheep. He is the Vinedresser; I am a branch of the vine. He is the Author and Perfecter of my faith; I am created to glorify Him in His epic story.

As an author, I play God—omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent as I craft my tale. The characters are mine; I have authority over the form, personality, trials, and blessings bestowed on each. All are filtered through my pen, according to my purposes. Will they live to see another day? The outcome I desire for their benefit and the good of the story determines this.

Harry Potter wants you to join him in helping raise $700 billion so the U.S. banks can remain openCreative Commons License Kevin Dooley via Compfight

So it is with God. We are His. Unlike this writer, however, He is perfectly just, holy, merciful, wise, and good. A benevolent Author, He orchestrates our trials to make us into the people He intends us to be.

Our final scene on this earth, our death, is precious in His sight—it frees us from our bodies so that we can behold Him, face to face. The Lord already knows the day of my death and yours; they are written in His book. His view of this future event differs from ours—He cherishes our deaths, even using them for our good and for the benefit of His story.

Do I trust Him with my life and my death? This is my most important question, and yours.

“…in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them” (Psalm 139:16 ESV).