Every morning during the week, we hear someone's testimony. It's been really awesome and moving in many ways, but the thing that keeps hitting me is how incomplete some of these stories are. And I don't mean that in the sense of they aren't telling us everything (everyone has been very honest and open), I mean that they are still in the midst of change. They are in the midst of God working and transforming their lives. People have talked about how there was significant change in their lives just a month or two ago that they're continuing to wrestle with now.

It's funny to me, because I like to think that I've got it all together. I keep thinking about how I'll tell my story; I keep thinking about how I can weave in themes and wrap it all up nicely. But the truth is that, unaware of it as I may be, I'm in the middle of God transforming my life in some new way. I have a story that is just as incomplete as anyone's.

We are all works in progress, and we won't ever be complete in this life. God is always teaching us something new.