“you might not be the first person to say it, but you saying it might be the first time someone hears it.” – emily freeman
sometimes, discipleship does require words.
i believe firmly in telling our stories, because our stories matter. they matter because they contribute to the canon that is collectively His story – His story of resurrection and redemption. and that story is critical.
i do believe there is a right way to tell your story. i can’t tell you what that right way is, but i can tell you what is it not: it is not cliché. it is not overused, trite phrases. it is not surface-level and it is not the first thing that comes to your mind.
instead, the right way to tell your story is by using the words you have to dig for. it’s admitting the feelings and questions you’re a tad guilty you even harbored.
i have friends going through break-ups right now and, not having been through one myself, i really am at a loss as to what to say and do. but i do know what not to say: not to say that is okay. not to say there is a reason for this, because there is a reason for everything. not to say all the other automatic phrases that come to mind. because while they’re true, when all you see is the pain, they aren’t helpful.
so yes, please speak. and yes, please tell your story. but yes, please tell it in your words, words that give life and breathe meaning and speak hope into us all. not words that have long lost all luster and life.
they don’t have to be perfect. you will stumble over them and you will feel as though they are inadequate. they will be. but in His hands, they are mighty weapons of mercy and grace. and His ability to transform my stumbling imperfection into life-giving beauty is more than enough for me to keep feebly telling my story. i pray it is enough for you to do the same.