We massage them into the heart of an aching soul.
We cup them in feeble hands and humbly offer them to another to drink, with the sincere hope that a thirst will be quenched.
We crop them and edit them and slide them neatly into plastic sleeves to be tucked away for a rainy day.
We toss them, light and feathery, in an attempt to tickle downcast lips into a full-fledged smile.
We stuff them into cardboard boxes, drown them in duct tape and push them, suffocated, into the back corner of the cobwebbed basement.
We wrap them up in pretty paper and leave them on the counter, in eager anticipation for them to be opened, revealed, savored.
They are our stories.
Not always seen as gifts, but gifts all the same.
Precious gifts, from the Giver of all good things.
Gifts intended to be used for His glory.
Our stories are complex. Multifaceted. Ever changing and developing, with the continual addition of new chapters and characters.
I may never have met you in real life, but it’s very possible that certain segments of our story trains have traveled the same track.
Some of you have been where I’ve been. Others have traveled entirely different tracks. Some of us have intersected at critical junctions, to boost and spur on and be sent off with added gusto for the remainder of our separate journeys.
The verses that kept rising to the surface of my mind as I pondered ‘story’ were 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 —
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.”
God gives us story for a number of reasons, one of which, I believe is ‘so that we can comfort those … with the comfort we ourselves have received ….’
What if, one day, those bottomless buckets of tears you cried over the pain you had to endure could be used to wash the feet of another?
How can your story, and the comfort you have received from God, be used to comfort others?
This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior, all the day long.
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