In the last few weeks, I’ve had several really honest conversations. Deep, challenging discussions that made me wonder why they don’t happen more often. One of these discussions was over lunch with two women I am still getting to know. Both have gone through struggles, but are taking on the world in big and wonderful ways. One asked me a question that forced me to either lie or be transparent. I was honest. Honest enough that a few tears were shed. And I left that lunch feeling like a dork. Thinking that I had over-shared and would likely be moved from the “lunch buddy” list to the “only when necessary” category.
Why do we hold our lives so tightly? We are the sum of our stories…and the culmination of His story, in us. Far too many people are tiptoeing through life, trying to avoid the cracks and just play it safe. But hidden inside are fears. and wounds. and scars.
Today, rather than list “five reasons it’s good to share” or “four tactics for how to tell your story”, I’d rather just challenge each of us to open up this week. You never know what connection or freedom someone else may have in hearing your story. We all have messes, but moving through them can become our message.
To every person who has been hurt, mistreated, forgotten, or forsaken, how wonderful to know that we have a love in Jesus that isn’t based on how good we have been, or how much work we have done. There is nothing we could ever do to earn it…and that means we can never lose it. That one thought alone makes every pain limited in its’ power over us.
What has the power of story (yours or someone else’s) done for you?





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