We all have story to tell. The God of the Bible has always been and still is a master storyteller. I am learning to recognize His voice in the story unfolding in my life. I am learning His tone, His rhythm. And I am learning that like all good storytellers, He will satisfy every emotion He has evoked in the course of the narrative, but like the best of them, He often does it in a way that no one saw coming. His stories are epic in scope, textured with brilliant imagery, made rich through masterful nuances. His stories sing. His stories satisfy. I am just learning to see through the fog of everything that is daily to recognize the story He is telling with my life. Lavender Wheat is my effort to capture my story and write it down, so that is has the look of a flower that is looked at.
Each chapter is centered around a moment when God has broken through the normal fabric of my reality to make himself known. Overtime, I began to realize that each of these moments where not isolated encounters, but story-beats. And when I started to connect them together I was stunned at the picture I found.
This story begins with the whispers of promise spoken by God, whispers that led me into the life of a quirky film teacher, named Ethan, who would turn my world upside down. Ethan was a brilliant man who led with a grace unconcerned with offense and an imagination that unleashed all the right things within me. Eventually he and I would fall deeply in love. And always God was speaking, moving, weaving us together, showing Ethan and I new depths of love, showing us His own heart.
And then one day, my Master Storyteller, the very source of love, did something I never saw coming. He took Ethan from this earth. And it left my heart and my future as broken and disfigured as the car they had taken Ethan’s body from. I fought through the darkness, wrestling with the Son of God through the night, knowing that He could never do anything unloving toward me. So I needed to know, what was the story He was telling? How was letting Ethan die an act of love? He answered my questions… and His response has left me speechless.
In short, the name Lavender Wheat is a symbolic reminder to me. The Lavender represents the idea of offering my life as a living sacrifice, a beautiful fragrance to Him in every season. And the Wheat represents His promise to me, that He is a good Father who knows how to give His children what they need. It makes me think of the Psalm that says, “He who goes out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, brining his sheaves with him” (Psalm 126:6).
This story is not over, but I wanted to invite you in to see how it has unfolded thus far. I wanted you here with me, so that together we can rejoice when the glory of the Lord is revealed.