My kids don’t like to share. Even the teens, they hold on for dear life to what they feel entitled to, to what has been told is theirs.
My life is much like that these days. I hold on to so many things. I hold them close to my heart, not wanting to share, not knowing how to share, not sure they are worthy of sharing. But in the holding on, I am robbing someone else of a blessing.
I tell my kids they will be blessed by sharing their things, their lives, with others. And the words echo in my own heart. In a season of quiet, of loss for words, of tremendous stretching and growth, I often don’t feel like I have anything to share. But in reality, I am holding on to my story, unwilling to reveal it for what it is, for fear I will not be accepted.
I am on a journey to live a content-filled life, and I must start with sharing what I have with others. God has given me words, and He has called me to share these words with others. More importantly, He’s called me to share my life with others. In the giving away, in the release, in the open hands towards heaven, He is there. When I choose to share what I’ve been given — the hard road I walk, the messy life I live — I bring others into my reality and help them to accept their own reality.
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I will continue to share. I will not hold back. I will share through the tears, the pain, the laughter and the joys. He’s given me a life worthy of sharing with others. My prayer is that when I share, others will recognize the work of God in their own lives.
Linking up with the beautiful community that is the Five Minute Friday today. Each week we are given a word prompt and have just 5 minutes to write, without worrying about perfection. I’ve missed these women greatly!