The Author of Life (Part 2)

<p>I decided to search the island for a spring to quench my thirst. As I passed under vibrant green vines, there before me was a tiny pool of crystal clear-water surrounded by periwinkle blossoms. Cupping my hands in the water and lifting it to my lips, I drank and was refreshed.</p><p>.</p><p>Suddenly, the surface of the water rippled, though no wind blew this far inland. I gazed intently as a picture formed in the water. I blinked twice—it was me! First as a baby, next as a toddler, then the day my parents proudly held the Growing Ceremony and our whole town came to celebrate. This went on and on, snapshots of my life, the good and the bad.</p><p>.</p><p>Tears filled my eyes and coursed down my cheeks. "Could it be true? This feeling I’ve had all my life that Someone knows me... Someone cares about every intimate detail of my existence?" “Yes, My Child!” The answer was immediate, warm and soft. I knew in the depths of my soul that it was the Presence. “I created you, and I love you—you are wonderfully made.” My heart felt as though it would explode in joy.</p><p>.</p><p>“I am the Author of Life.” A bright light swelled around me, and a large book gilded with gold appeared in the pool. “You see, all the days ordained for you were written in My book before one of them came to be. You were created to be in relationship with Me. I will never leave you or forsake you, my precious one.”</p><p>.</p><p>The book flipped to the next page, but I found I could not decipher what was written on it. "Is this my future? Can I not know it?" I felt the Author’s smile surround me like an embrace. “I know the plans I have for you—they are to give you hope and a future. Your purpose is to seek me, and I promise that you will find me.” • Savannah Coleman</p><p>.</p><p>• God made you and knows you completely. No matter how far you roam, nothing can separate you from His love (Romans 8:39; Hebrews 13:5). How can these truths give you hope as you look back on your past and forward to your future? </p><p>.</p><p>• The purpose of our lif