The idea of sharing, in general, can prompt feelings of vulnerability, doubt, and fear.
My story isn’t special… Who cares… It won’t make a difference… I don’t know how…
Yet, despite many of these, I woke up this morning feeling inspired to share.
Recently my sister Brittany and I have been going through possessions and things that belonged to our parents. Our mother passed away in 1998 and our father in 2003. One of the things I came across was a document entitled “Bev’s Story.” It is an autobiographical account of my mother’s journey. She was passionate about writing and sharing her story of faith with others. Her bravery and transparency has inspired me to put pen to paper (respectively) and begin to share through this blog.
So…I shall attempt to answer these questions:
The answer to this question will most certainly be an ongoing discovery of the collision between plans and purpose.
The rich past, present, and future seem to be more than I can responsibly contain.
Insecurities aside, I think of countless motivational lines that speak to reaching the end of one’s comfort zone and finding life near that edge.
So…I do plan to begin by sharing my mother’s story. For too long it has been hidden in a dusty envelope. I expect to be inspired by her perspective, moved by the memories , and shaped by sharing.
Psalm 40:9-10 I have told the glad news of deliverance in the great congregation; behold, I have not restrained my lips, as you know, O Lord. I have not hidden your deliverance within my heart; I have spoken of your faithfulness and your salvation; I have not concealed your steadfast love and your faithfulness from the great congregation.