It’s still odd for me to believe this because I have always poured out “me” in words on paper.
But then I stopped…for a season of deep. reflection.
My writing voice became tangled in the changing of my seasons…It happens. We question the value of our thoughts and words. Time was stripped from my hands by impatient tasks, rabbit chases on social media, and momentary lapses of measuring myself according to others.
Life does that. But…
The romance and allure of writing returned largely because I was reminded of the beauty and power of the written word and the delicious gift of a story.
I love stories. People, real and pretend. Characters, bold and meek. I adore stories of victory in spite of overwhelming struggle.
And underdogs…Oh. My. Goodness. I love a powerful underdog story. Stories about the grit of the human spirit inspire me.
We all have stories…our stories.
And our stories matter. Because we matter.
Our failures, our weaknesses, our triumphs and our strengths make our stories rich with life, wrapped in tears and laughter. It’s good stuff. Truly. Good. Stuff.
The most powerful part of our stories is the way they loop together – less like paper chains and more like stitches held on knitting needles. Your story is intrinsically meshed in marvelously simple and yet complicated ways to mine, and my story is somehow woven into someone else’s.
Our lives, our stories, are joined because we live in community with each other. This is grand and heady writing fodder for this renegade word nerd girl of 52 with close cropped gray hair.
Remembering all of this makes my heart yearn to write. And. Listen.
Sometimes we need to be reminded that our stories are important. The world has a way of butchering our stories especially as we seek to link them and join them in community with each other across invisible and visible borders.
Grace joins our stories, and links them in ways only an omnipotent sovereign God can orchestrate. I believe this with every fiber of my being. If we truly listen to each other’s stories, looking for those common loops, we are less likely to focus on our differences, any differences. We see each other as we were “…fearfully and wonderfully made,” by a marvelous Creator. (Psalm 139:14.)
“And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.” Colossians 3:14
Your story is beautiful.
Write your story. Better yet…Share your story with others. Then pull up a chair and listen to someone else share theirs.
It’s good stuff. Truly.