Life is a story that is written throughout our lifetime. The circumstances, situations, emotions, and such make up the story. Alot of times we wouldn't have chose what we've had to face. The hurt, the anxiety, the fears, the pain, the broken heart, the depression. Or the sicknesses. Yet as we walk through these situations, we may find out in the end just how they've been a blessing. They helped carve us into who we are. Of course it's human nature to wish for an easier journey. But we haven't been given that. That's not to say that life is always tough. Rough and tumble. There are some bright points....blessings...joy...peace...love...
Our life story is read by many people. Though circumstances be different, yet there is the familiarity of some things that people can identify with cause it helps mirror back to them the reality of their story. Maybe they can gleam something you've learned through the living of your story.
Maybe this is the reason we go through what we do through our story. Our story isn't meant for us alone. It is meant for others who read it. Maybe somehow we can reconcile that thought to our story. If our story can help someone else and they help someone else with their story and use a bit of your story along the way...wow...what a blessing.
Again this brings up the issue that we've talked about in times past....the risk. Are we willing to risk opening the book on our story of life and allow people to read and let their reaction be what it may? Some may not be willing to venture any further than the first sentence. Some may not be willing to go beyond the first paragraph. However, some will be willing to read to the end of the story and allow themselves to expand the way the think about their story.
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