Writing and
putting in public print the things that are dear to your heart makes you a bit
vulnerable. I am afraid of being
stereotyped or misunderstood by others or misrepresented by myself. I am one to hold my opinion closely until I
know the opinions of those around me.
Then, I will only share my thoughts if I either feel safe (usually based
in relationship) or if something compels me to speak.
To put
unsolicited thoughts out in the open air seems kin to inviting judgment. That is on the scary days. On brave days my thought is that, just maybe,
my story and my wonderings might help someone else face another day or trust
God more fully. The deep wonderings and
settling that comes through living can be good.
If those who have wondered and settled can point me in the direction of
truth and wisdom in my searching, I am thankful. I can direct you to those who have done this
for me and I do. If I can add my
assenting voice the chorus that brings glory to God, that is better.
We all have
little voices and little stories and, just like an orchestra, we add our part
to the whole and the song is beautiful.
Is it worth the risk? Probably
so. The public arena can also purify
us. If we are challenged, then we can
examine what we have written. This is
good. We can be rescued from error or we
can be even more confident of truth in the face of opposition. This is good.
I'll keep
writing. Even if only for a few who read.
Even if only because my story is worth telling. Your story is worth telling too...especially
in the context of God's story because it's really all about Him anyway.
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