Everybody Has a Story Worth Telling
About a week ago, I started reading this fiction book about a woman who has spent her whole life making up stories about her past, most of which are pretty fantastic. As she is dying, she decides to tell her real story. At one point, she tells the girl who is there with her that everyone has a story and that it is one worth telling and you have to put words to those stories or they just die. It has been weighing on my heart as I've been mulling it over. Do I have a story to tell? I've spent most of my life thus far thinking I didn't have much of a story to tell. I haven't done much and don't have too many plans for my future. I've just kind of existed, I felt like. That is, until this morning at church. I'm not even sure why it came up in my mind because the pastor was talking about the man with the withered hand, but anyway. A few months ago, a friend of mine said that maybe sometimes people don't share with us their hurts and struggles because