I found great comfort in a recent thought. It’s a tidbit I picked up from Anne Lamott. Basically, my story is my story. And if I want to tell it, I can. Because it’s my story.
I have, so often in the past, been hesitant. Afraid that I’d offend or let people in on my junk. But I’ve read enough Brene Brown to realize shame is not positive. And perhaps, just maybe….my story could help someone else. And helping someone always trumps, correct?
I struggle finding the balance between being nice and being real. Being sweet and being strong. Being kind and owning up to the fact that not all situations are positive and not everyone is pro me.
I’ve been contemplating this for a while: God is for me. And…God is for me.
So, I figure he’s alright with me telling my story. Because if he’s on my side, who can be against me, right? The lyrics of a needtobreathe song run through my head. I’ve posted about this song before, but it still resounds…..
Oh if God is on my side
Yeah if God is on my side
Oh if God is on my side
Who can be against me
Yeah in this wasteland where I’m livin’
There is a crack in the door filled with light
And it’s all that I need to get by
Yeah in this wasteland where I’m livin’
There is a crack in the door filled with light
And it’s all that I need to shine
Oh if God is on my side
Yeah if God is on my side
Oh if God is on my side
Who can be against me
Upon a Sunny Day 