Everyone has one.

When was the last time you asked someone to tell you theirs? Their story. And did you listen?

Or when have you shared yours?

There is power in story. Humanity IS one. Our lives are surrounded by them. Everything we do and say adds to it. The story. Your story. And mine. Because we are all connected. Our voices are part of the choir, our feet are part of the marching crowd. Each of us makes up a piece of the tapestry. Together we are The Story.

But by ourselves, we each have something to say.

My daughters are beginning their stories. They are building and adding as they go, not even understanding what it is they are doing. They are just trying to live and obey and be a part of a family. But what they are doing is writing their stories – the beginning of them, anyway.

Most of our stories aren’t even finished. Some of us haven’t begun (and we long to JUST START SOMETHING). A lot of us are somewhere in the middle of beginning to understand what it is to live and what it is to be free. Some of us are racing down the other side. But we all have a story.

And they are powerful. Because they are hope. They are salvation and redemption. Our stories are OUR experience. They are how life has beat us up (or in some cases, passed us by) and how we’ve come out the other side different. These stories are grace.

And because of this, we have to, we must share. We need to tell our stories. Sharing our stories gives purpose to the hardship and difficulty.

So tell yours. Blog it. Call your mom who doesn’t know the half of it. Tell your husband. Help your children understand YOU. Call your best friend and make her have coffee with you because she is the only one you know who will listen – and care. Or, write a book.

And then after you have spilled. Listen. Just listen. Because their story is as important as yours.