It’s always a gift to me when someone is willing to share his or her story with me. We all have a story inside of us and until we take our last breath our story is still unfolding. I’m a firm believer in the importance of sharing our stories with one another. It’s how we gain perspective and learn to appreciate differences in other people. God is the author of every story and so I’m convinced he loves us sharing his work with others for the purpose of showing him off.
I’ve had the privilege of hearing many stories over a kitchen table with coffee in hand or on the couch with feet propped up. Tissues nearby. Most all of our stories include a “rough patch” if you know what I mean. These are the defining moments in our story that take us back to a vivid point and time. Sometimes it’s really hard to go back there and talk about those defining moments. I guess this is why I’m humbled and blessed when someone invites me in to hear or be a part of their story.
I never tell someone’s story unless they give me permission or allow me to share pieces without using names. Sometimes people need another person to help tell their story. In sharing over coffee and saying things out loud for the first time after having it in your head for decades can be a healing balm. And then to know that you are helping others can be another layer of healing from such a dry and barren season.
I’m not suggesting we all have to share our stories. Some stories aren’t ready to be unveiled and might not be this side of heaven. There might be too much raw pain to go public with a personal story. We should listen to those things. But when you sense the Holy Spirit nudging you to share do so with the purpose of giving God glory as the master writer.
In the weeks to come we’ll be hearing from some people who are willing to share their story in this space. I hope in hearing others stories we will be encouraged in our faith and encouraged to maybe share our own stories.
When’s the last time you shared your story?