On my heart: my storyWednesday, October 09, 2013
I love the online blogging community. I love that people have a platform to share their voice, their story, their ideas and thoughts. I've been incredibly encouraged and inspired by reading other people's stories and adventures. I've cried through trials and struggles shared, I've rejoiced over new babies and exciting news announced, I've nodded my head in agreement at thoughts and ideas and transparent hearts boldly written about. I so enjoy reading other blogs, and standing up from my computer inspired and full of ideas to mull over, thoughts to run through my brain, and encouraging words bubbling forth from within.
I know there is another side to the online community, and that with great transparency can often come great negativity, but for today, I am focusing on the good, the lovely, the real-life giving words I have found online. I feel that I have grown and have learned from some amazing women, about faith and grace and what being a vulnerable mama and woman is about. I feel that I have been stretched and challenged by the words of others. And I feel incredibly grateful to have been a part of it, allowed into other lives and hearts, through their blogs.
But lately, I have noticed something in myself. That after I read blogs and think upon the thoughts of others, I allow the lie that "my story doesn't matter" to enter my brain and take hold. I let the comparing begin inside myself, often finding myself at the most fault, of having nothing eloquent or important or meaningful to say or share.
This is a lie. And I am going to fight it.
I have a story to share. You have a story to share. Everybody has a story to share. If you have breath, you have a story. We have each been given a unique life, with a unique set of circumstances and upbringings. We each live in a unique place and do our own unique things. And we each have a story to share. The way people choose to share their story may look different, but each of us was created with our own unique and beautiful story.
Now, I know this may not seem like a big newsflash to all of you, but it's been on my heart today, and I know that I needed to think about it, to hear it, this truth that I was ignoring:
I have a story that is all my own. It's a beautiful, special, unique story. And I intend to share it.