I Have A Story To Tell
It’s funny how the calling in my bones to write, to share, to make aware, may have always been there but life had to happen first. Experiences had to take place, stories had to be lived in order to grow and learn and develop a deeper understanding.
Pain had to become a reality. Loss had to be felt and known. Love had to be lived and seen. Those experiences, while individually sometimes perceived as setbacks or limitations, have laid a foundation for what is to come. They’ve prepared a heart. They’ve opened eyes to see. They’ve made room for authenticity to be a constant. They’ve set the stage for full joy to be grasped in a never-known-before kind of way.
When we trust that there is purpose behind the little tugs on our heart – beneath the fear and avoidance – and we step forward into the unknown with eyes that are ready to seek, our gaze becomes deeper, wider and our perspective fuller.
What was once ordinary and routine becomes significant. Conversations with a stranger become opportunities for connection and encouragement. An evening stroll becomes a sacred realization that this life is a beautiful gift of adventure. We begin to discover that we were made for so much more than well-paying jobs or a busy social schedule. We begin to uncover glimpses of the people we were created to be.
Discovery is a process that never really stops; we’re always propelling forward, being moved and shaped by the journey. Our hearts being pruned – shepherding us into wiser, stronger, gentler humans.
Sometimes it feels like we are just waiting while our hearts break and ache and long for more. But the mess and the chaos is fashioning our aching hearts into little wells capable of thankfulness. The pain brings fullness to the joy. The temptation to fear brings opportunity for courage. The disappointment diverts our attention to a trustworthy King.
I could not wake up every morning, feeling joy in my bones, if it wasn’t for God breathing hope into my lungs every single day. A dear friend reminded me of this tonight.
I’m excited for the time that lay before me and the opportunity that is in store. I’m eager to heed the current pull on my heart: to spend my forthcoming days writing. I have a story to tell, a journey to share. I’m jumping in with full abandon. There is joy to be uncovered. Here we go…