That’s me in one sentence, and here’s the rest. I really love story. Especially from people overlooked or undervalued by the world. (Is that you? Has that ever been you, at least for a brief space of time? Come grab a seat. Have I ever got something for you—keep reading.) Yes, I’m quiet, but that’s because I’m listening. Really listening. I already know my story—I want to hear yours.
How’s your day going? How’s life going?
I’m not talking about the big, colorful adventures that would make amazing social media posts. I want to hear about that thing that makes you feel odd or alone, because it’s likely tons of others feel that way, and I long for you to know that by the time we’re done talking. Tell me your everyday life, occurrences common to most people, and things that might bond us if we talked about it. Maybe it’ll make more sense to you then.
Because that’s what stories do for us.
They are not an escape from the world, but a way to untangle and understand it. So go ahead, tell me your story. It may just make you feel a ton better to get it out there and realize you’re allowed to feel that way… or at least it’ll give you someone to celebrate or cry with.
Maybe you’re not ready to open up yet, and that’s ok. Some stories are rough. Private. That’s allowed.
But hey, I have a secret for you. If your own story has left you raw and broken, try this bad-day medicine. I dare you.
Go out and hear someone’s story. Walk right up and ask them. Doing that isn’t invasive or crazy. It’s real. Empathetic. Loving. And it brings a sense of value to the one doing the telling. Because in truth, no one wants their life to be invisible or forgotten. Have you ever felt either of those things? Yes, probably. All right, now go do something about it. No, don’t shout your own worth out loud—no one will be listening.
Go out and “see” a person the rest of the world has written off and write them back into the land of the living.
That will speak louder than anything impressive you can say about yourself. Ask them questions about themselves, and take genuine interest. Then watch them bloom to life because someone has realized they’re still there, and that their life has value. Cause that light deep in someone’s eyes and pull their inner vibrancy to the surface. So if your own story is too sensitive to share, make this your story—blessing people, breathing life, recognizing value in people the way Jesus did. You can do all this no matter how little you feel you have to offer, no matter what type of person you are. All you have to do is ask, then stop talking. Go try it right now. I’ll wait right here.
Ok, now how’s your day going?
And there you have it—my writer heart in a nutshell.
I’m a work-from-home mom of one super cute baby girl (pictures to prove it) and I write novels. I married my hero Vince, who is my love and my polar opposite. I write, he tears it up with the red pen. I break cars and other mechanical things, he puts them back together. He’s nailed the “speak the truth” thing, and I bring the “in love” part. But the real spark to our marriage is that he does not like chocolate and I… like it a normal amount. We love and live from our little house in the woods near Lake Michigan, which is undergoing a constant renovation.