What Does A Story Need to Be A Story

This is all based off the story of Don Miller's book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years:
Lord i lived in a past that was a story.
Story that was not written by an author of truth and love, but by an author of independence.
I followed my own desires, yet found risks of pain.
I was not living the life of a powerful story.
My author understands that what makes my story a story.
By your grace i fall, yet stand stronger.
A story is not powerful without having the character face trials and overcome them.
Is it not mind blowing how our author allows our lives to become powerful stories in the mist of this world?
See and look.
Is it not the greatest stories of human history that have become the foundation of hope.
This hope is not dry, but full of Love that is poured from our Christ Jesus.
Day and Night
Minute and Hour
Silence and Noise
Courage and Fear
Clear minded and Confusion
Hope and Lost
Love and Hate
Grace and Grace
In the mist of all this Christ knew what it meant to be a perfect character.
Our knowledge thinks that we can receive this and hold it, but we are receivers in which we are called to give.
Father i do stubble and become double-minded in the word, but why should i?
Every positive leads to a negative in this world, but your Grace leads to nothing but Grace.
You called me by name before i was in my mothers womb and delivered your Grace upon me.
I was not really born into a Christian family, but you had already worked out the story.
I had no foundation and did not realize that i was blinding myself from a good story.
I feel into my own individual scene and therefore my story was looking great for myself, but in reality i was in a bad story in which the outcome would be bad.
Yes, i you can say i was in a bad story, but if i had not realized who my true author was, i would not have realized i was in a good story.
To myself i was in a bad story, but by Grace, only Grace can make the outcome in which makes a great story.
I still fall Father.
I still misunderstand time and time again.
But you know when.
You know how.
You know my story.
I miss You being present.
I get mad at myself for forgetting my author, my authors grace, and my character role.
I still have a story to play in.
A story that only can become good.
From birth, childhood, teenage years, pre-adult, adult, and gray and white days, and old wrinkly minutes, to my beautiful death, it was all meant to be a story told by an author of grace and love. For until my time my passion in life is to know you, my author of a good story.