I am a story-teller by nature. It is what I do through my writing - whether in blog, in letter, or in song. But the stories of the lives here are different somehow. And I find myself holding them with careful hands. These stories have touched me in ways I cannot even express in words. And they are not mine to tell. So I will share with you my thoughts form this morning as I share these thoughts with each of them. These are simple thoughts. Not profound in any way. It is just another part of my journey.
Your Story
(written for my Clarkston friends)
You are not my story to tell. Your story is you.
Your story is why you smile the way you do – with a joy that comes from the depths of a soul which truly knows freedom.
Your story is the fear that grips your heart in the dead of night or in the face of the unknown – which, of course, you confront every day.
Your story is the strength in your back that makes you rise up each morning in the hope of overcoming broken dreams. And in the hope of creating new ones.
Your story is the sadness in your eyes that never weep. Or do they, when I am not looking on? For you have seen and felt things that my heart cannot even imagine.
Your story is powerful and sacred. And yet your voice is quiet. It does not seek attention. Only some will listen and hear what you can teach. So hold your story and share it wisely. Wait for the moments when God opens the door and then tell your story boldly for when God breathes upon your story – it will change lives. I know because it has changed mine.