Everyone has a story to share. We all have a past, and there are some skeletons in every single one of our closets. There, I said it. The way I see it, there is no use in denying it. While you don’t have to parade them around, you do need to acknowledge it. Why? Because it has made us who we are today.
My story has so many moments of sheer joy, like when my daughters were born and the pleasure I have had witnessing all of their “firsts” and how they’ve matured and grown into beautiful young women. Tragedy is also a part of my story. The day my sister committed suicide two weeks after having her daughter. Life, as I knew it, crumbled all around my feet. The pain was not the same but close when I was eight weeks pregnant and had a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. That was one of the scariest things in my life, right up there to the time I flipped a Volkswagen six times in a field on a rainy day when my tire blew out. My sister reached out to grab me as I was flying through the air, with my head hitting the door frame as I was on my way out until she drew me into herself. She saved my life. There are those that say those words in jest. I am saying it with all honesty because I know I was destined to land in a heap in the middle of the field, but my sister literally saved my life that day.
There’s a lot of joy in my life’s story. From my wedding day when white doves were released at the end of our ceremony, to hearing my niece take her first breath and cry as she entered this world, to celebrating my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary and hosting a retirement party for my father after 41 years of service.
Then there’s pain. Regret. Things I would have done differently if given a chance to go back. If I knew then what I know now, things would be different. But, there is no going back. We can only go forward.
Our story, buried deep within our hearts, needs to be told. It is begging to come out and be shared with the world in an effort to help someone else who might be struggling with the same or similar situation. Our story might just provide the hope they need to hold on a little tighter to make it through. We might be the light people are able to find in their time of need that will show them the way to Jesus.
Share your story!
From tragedies such as losing someone to suicide, infant loss, helping someone through the end of their life as they struggle with a terminal illness, addictions of any kind that you’ve overcome whether it’s pornography, alcohol or drugs, SHARE your story to help others!
Someone out there NEEDS to hear it!