It isn’t always easy to be vulnerable and to share the hard parts of life.
It isn’t always easy to share those things we wish we hadn’t done, or the things that have been done to us that we wish weren’t a part of our story.
It isn’t always easy to admit our wrongs and our shortcomings and our missteps.
It isn’t always easy to say, “Here I am. This is me. Take it or leave it.”
It isn’t always easy to open up and speak the things that were once hidden for so long.
It isn’t always easy, but it’s something I feel called to do.
To share the dark parts and the hard parts and the why-in-the-world-did-I-do-that parts.
There are things that are a part of my story that I kept hidden and buried and tucked away deep in the recesses of my heart for so long.
But as I have healed and as I have seen those things being brought forth into the light, I have seen and felt and experienced and held onto the goodness of God.
And friends, how very, very, very good He is.
If you are struggling today with your past or your present. If there is something that feels too big and too heavy and too dark and too burdensome for anyone to know – I pray you find someone, at least one someone, to share that piece of your heart with.
Beautiful things happen when we bring those hurting pieces from the darkness into the light.
They begin to lose their power over us. They aren’t as scary as they once were.
And as we break forth and speak our truth, we hear others quietly whispering, “Me too, friend. Me, too.”
And we begin to see healing take place. We see movement from the shame that binds into the freedom God longs all of His children to have.
And as we heal, others around us begin to heal, too.
We are forgiven, friends.
We are loved, friends.
We are held.
Today and forever and for always.