The period. The exclamation point. The question mark. These end sentence pen marks are defining our lives in ways we can’t imagine. Punctuation adds flavor and style to what we do and what we say. These seemingly simple literary tools are the very building blocks of our death, our resurrection, or our lamentations.
Without the question mark, we could not call out to God, “Why me?” We couldn’t ponder the reason for life, or the existance of quarks. We couldn’t ask for our tuna sandwich without mustard. We would be immune from the imploring questions to discover kindred spirits or travellers.
Imagine a world without periods. Nothing would ever end. There would never be a new beginning. the next sentence, the next phase in our lives would be non-existant. Nothing would change, nothing would live or die.
Or imagine a life without exclamation points. The birth of your children would be lackluster instead of blockbuster. The thrill of a new adventure would cease to exist. There would be no outrage, no joy, no thrill.
We are writing the books of our lives. As we live each moment, we are picking the punctuation. I have been in a big question mark phase for many years now. I questioned God for answers. I begged to know why I was at the point I was. Was He there? Who was I? How much of me am I? Am I growing or dying? Am I loved? Really? Am I known? The problem with questioning is sooner or later you get answers. some of my answers were periods and some exclamation points. I was alive, but not living. I was growing, but slowly and haltingly. I was loved, but I was not known. I was afraid. However, I am loved by God! I am designed to live life abundantly! I am known by Him!
What’s your punctuation?