I’m a storyteller.
But I don’t always tell all my stories.
I haven’t told you about all the broken pieces that make up my life.
And you probably don’t know that some days I struggle with my yes. As in the last 14. The first two weeks of a new year and I’m weary and my family is stretched and there are a dozen decisions we need to make and I just want to pull the covers over my head and order Chinese food and watch movies with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.
Okay, I’ve done that already.
I’m supposed to be excited about All the Things, but I’m mostly scared. I’m supposed to be a leader, but mostly I’m inadequate. I’m supposed to love this dream and mostly I’m overwhelmed by it. I’m supposed to be living in community and mostly I feel alone.
Some days I’m not fine.
There. I said it.
And then just a few days ago, I learned about a community of refugee women and children living in poverty just down the road from me. Women who have faced unspeakable hardships and suffering and they need help. And all of a sudden, they are all I can think about. And I’m reminded of what makes me feel alive. Part of my story is saying yes. It gives me purpose and makes me want to throw back the covers and courageously live the next chapter of my story.
This is the year I’m telling my whole story. All of it. Even the broken parts.
And you have a story too. Maybe one you haven’t told? That hurt. That testimony. That regret. That hard parenting road. That miracle.
Here’s your chance:
Let’s make 2014 a storytelling year. Because your story matters.
But first you have to tell it.
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