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Your Story Matters
At our core we are all alike. We want to be heard. We want to be seen. We want to be loved.
We all have a story. You have a story. Your story matters. Regardless of where you are in this life—your story matters.
Stepping out into uncharted waters to share your life can be an overwhelmingly vulnerable place. For me, sharing part of my story—my father’s story—is like stepping out into the great unknown where feet may fail.
It’s as exhilarating as it is terrifying. Joy unfolds when one person relates to your story. And every moment of preparation was well worth it all for just one person. Just one.
The unknown awaits and with each turn comes an opportunity to silence your voice and threaten your joy. How many will listen to my story? Who really cares? What if it was all a mistake?
Reality sometimes confirms, at least, smaller mistakes. Reality is that there will always be mistakes. We are prone to fixate on the mistakes and the what ifs. The Truth is that it produces no fruit. It will steal your joy and render you paralyzed.
Our stories are tapestries woven with moments great and small, triumphant and ordinary. Fixating on lack, weakness, or mistakes is a refusal to receive grace. And that is tragic. Our stories wouldn’t be our stories without those details, even the mistakes.
After all, grace abounds in deepest waters.
Throughout the pages of my family’s history are decades of details that are not all pleasant. Such is the case for everyone. Yet the details remain part of our stories. And with every detail of every story, we face the decision and the opportunity to embrace grace and forgiveness. In so doing, we find freedom. from Lines in the Sand, Chapter Eleven, The Cannibling Pin Fell Out the Wobbling Hole
I’m sharing my story, how it all began, with the story of my father. Because our stories matter . . .
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