So I stumbled upon my old blog today. I had forgotten I had one. :)
I have been thinking a lot lately about blogging and people sharing their stories. There is something about blogging that opens up a new dimension to a person that you don't always get the opportunity to see. People often use blogs to share their story, their journey, their joys and struggles. I think there is something so powerful about sharing stories.
Sharing our stories reminds ourselves and others that we do not live this life or fight this fight alone. How often do we feel alone when we go through a particular struggle? Depending on the struggle, it may be something that's not openly talked about or something society has told us to keep on the "DL." So we believe the lie that tells us we are alone and there is no one who will understand.
Yet how often then do we find out later or in the midst of the struggle that there is someone around us struggling with the same situation, the same doubts, crying the same tears? I take such comfort in that. So I have been reading blogs and discovering that I AM NOT ALONE. There are others who understand. They get it. And even though sometimes I have no idea who they are, reading their blogs sometimes gives me more comfort than talking to a loved one who hasn't experienced it. Strange, isn't it?
But then I also think about the loved ones in my life who have decided to share their story, whether by blogging or through conversation. I am so appreciative of their stories. They give me comfort in knowing that we have something in common and we understand each other. They also give me hope that God will be faithful, just like He was faithful to them.
Do you see why it's important to share our stories? I'm in the middle of my story but I do intend to share it. I want to provide others the same connection, the same comfort, the same hope that they have provided me. So tune in next time as I slowly start to share my story...
