When you hear my story will you love me? Will you look through eyes of mercy and give of your richest treasure? Will you offer a kind word and a soft touch?
When you hear my story will you judge me? Will you withdraw in disapproval as my sins are laid bare? Will you weigh and measure my failures and find me unworthy of your love?
When you hear my story will you see me? Will you look deeper than my choices and experiences and see that I am more than the sum of those?
When you hear my story will you walk with me? Will you stay by my side as I continue this journey? Will you step with me into uncertainty until the certain is found?
When you hear my story will you discover that you know me? Will you throw off your pretense and find that deep within we are very much alike?
When you hear my story will you tell me yours? Will you take advantage of my vulnerability – for good – and trust me with your joys and sorrows, victories and defeats?
When you hear my story will you find Him? Will you hear His words of love and mercy and grace and favor spoken to you just as He spoke them to me when my life was anything but perfect? Will you see Him more than me?
When you hear my story will you love me?
It was the day to give my testimony at the end of a five-week study. I know how important our individual stories are and I thought I was ready. Until I began the drive to the church. God began to speak to me about the things He wanted me to share and the tears began to flow. My story isn’t tragic or extreme as compared to so many who have suffered greatly. But it is marked with bad choices, difficult inward struggles, and deeper sorrow than I had ever believed possible.
My heart was so tender that particular morning that my first instinct was to guard it. From what? I would be speaking to ladies I’ve known all my life, a few I’ve known for many years, and those I had met only through this study. What was I afraid of? What we are all afraid of in the natural – what will they think of me? If they really get to know me will they still love me? It is the question that so often prevents our stories from ever being heard.
I knew I couldn’t resist His leading, for what would be the point? I knew that once I opened my mouth these things would pour forth hindered only by feeble efforts to control the tears. And so I told my story.
It was frightening and liberating and exhausting all at the same time. I realized on the drive home that I had told them something I had never spoken to another human being. And it was in this moment that I found new freedom. We so often fear the vulnerability that is the pathway to the very peace we seek. But He is there. In the raw exposure of our lives He is evermore our Healer and our Comfort.
He may never ask you to share your story in a crowd. But I daresay the very mission of Christ involves us telling our stories to others, be it one at the time or in groups. Your story is someone’s answer. Someone needs to hear how you found Him in your darkest times. Someone needs to hear that the very Grace that has lifted you is calling to them. Someone needs the love and mercy you have to give because you have a story that matters in this grand plan of God.
Let’s be sensitive to His leading when He says “Go and tell”. Will they love you when they hear your story? Some will, some won’t. But that’s not the basis on which we decide to speak because telling our story isn’t really about us. It’s about Him.
“When you hear my story” was written by Kay Stinnett and first appeared on http://www.ourpassionatepurpose.com