Hurts and Hopes
It’s been a whirlwind of a week in my life. How about you? It feels as if once again the hurts and hopes swirl together until there is no longer valleys and peaks, but instead a whirlpool of life experience.
A car crash that causes us to remember how fragile and short this journey actually is.
A wedding and celebration that point to the best parts of life on this earth.
New babies, old friends, close hugs, exhausting days, and a sun that just keeps coming up in the morning.
This is life.
I’m spending the next days speaking to two groups of teens. Have I mentioned how much I love my job? I love connecting. I love storytelling. I treasure when a student finds me in a hallway, lowers her voice and looks in earnest as she says, “The story you shared? That’s my story too.”
When we hold our hurts and hopes so close that no one ever sees or knows, we prevent shared experiences. But when we tell our stories we remind each other that we are all in the whirlpool together.
“I listened so hard because it felt like, while she was telling me stories, she was massaging my soul, letting me know that I was not alone, that I will never have to be alone, that there are friends and family and churches and coffee shops. I was not going to be cast into space.” Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz
Share your story with someone today. The hard parts and the redeemed parts can both be equally encouraging and strengthening.
“Let the redeemed of the LORD tell their story.” Psalm 107:2, NIV