Everything boils down

If I told a story, of things in my life, of how every second of it boils down to one tiny moment- one climactic conclusion- would you read it?  Would it appease your sense of wonder?  Would it satisfy that hole inside?
How could you ever go deeper in someone else's story? How hard would it be to read if your life was never so linear?

I'm not interested in the end of the story, I'm interested in the decisions that led up to it.
I want my happy ending! Not now, of course, but I want it nonetheless.  I want to read a story that shows me how someone finds that path to happily ever after.  I've seen far too many never find it.  I've even felt myself walk far from it.

I don't write about my end, I write about my beginning, my steps.  I don't want to show you a story of false hope, or one of confusing disillusion.  This is my life, I sound crazy sometimes, it just shows you how I struggle with being human- not knowing my end, not knowing if my end is worth reaching.

I wrote once, a phrase that often came to my mind "Lord, this is my life, which is broken for you."
A rip off of what Christ said at the last supper.  Now, I'm starting to think I know why He said it, why He did it.  It wasn't my broken life that I needed to hold on to, but Christ's broken body- His body that replaces my brokenness and fills my life with a little bit of perfect.  What it is, is mine to give up to. The more of me that I see is broken, the more I am able to choose Christ where it counts.

My life, my decisions and my "steps along the way."  They often show me where I've gone wrong- where I've strayed from my path to happiness.  That is my brokenness, and in turning to Christ, making my decisions with Him in mind, that is where my path becomes right. (Proverbs 3:5-6)