“Story is life seen through the honey jar, slightly distorted by personal experience, perception, inclination, and fancy… Story is the crystallizing of thought, turning it into something digestible, sweet on the heart, even when the details are hard to bear.”
~ Christina Baldwin, Storycatcher
After an extremely intense weekend sharing the family stories of some truly incredible people, I was reminded yet again of the amazing gift that is story. And its power.
Power to heal.
Power to connect.
Power to restore.
Power to bring perspective.
The individuals who honored us with their stories could not help reflecting His countenance because they have most certainly seen His glory, not on a mountain top but instead in the depths of their own personal versions of hell.
And while the details of each story was different, there was a commonality. Of heartache. Of human experience. Of the miraculous. Of wholeness. Of beauty. The kind of beauty that God trades for our ashes.
His story. For His glory. But it is our responsibility to share, because only in the sharing do we release the power of story.
The power to traverse endless seas so that we no longer feel like a deserted island but instead an enormous continent joined together by fault lines and rivers of tears. We are not alone.
Not a ship. An armada.
Not a soldier. An army.
Not a note. A song.
Not a tree. A forest.
Not a part. The Body.
“The stories people tell have a way of taking care of them. If stories come to you, care for them and learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive. That is why we put these stories in each other’s memories.” ~ Barry Lopez
We suffer that we might come alongside the suffering. “Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn” (Romans 12:15).
What is your story?
“…the story that gets one person through offers a map that gets more of us through. And when we reveal details that we think are excruciatingly personal, we discover that the personal is universal.” ~ Christina Baldwin
Would you consider allowing yourself and your story to be used as the very map that might help get one of us through? A journal entry. A poem of praise. A song written in anguish. A link to a blog entry that you have already shared. I would be honored to pass your story along to my few readers.