inevitably, on the coattails of you beginning to do the work involved with finding your story there will be something that comes up and tries to stop you.
it could be the fear of others knowing.
or the exposing of truth.
or the hesitancy to feel.
or the busiest schedule of your life.
or the biggest fight with your spouse.
or even another really good thing capturing your interest and focus.
the reasons are endless. but what we must remember is this: resistance will do anything to keep us from the redemptive power of story.
because story names us, and resistance wants us invisible.
story heals us, and resistance wants us crippled.
although the fear paralyzes us, we must do it afraid. forget what others will say. ian cron says we must remember others do not hold the intellectual property of our pain. cling tight to the truth you know. breathe deep the feelings – all of them. close your eyes and let the pain or the worry or terror penetrate every crevice.
i promise if you do this the feeling will subside.
the fear, the pain, the worry will not overtake you – because greater is He who loves you.
and He wants you free.
because your past – your story – may speak of pain. but it also reveals a piece of His character that only you can share with the world.
I was struck by something when I read, “story heals us, and resistance wants us crippled.”
I have spent many years resisting my story–the one that’s already written on the pages of my heart–and now that the struggle there has eased up I am confronting resistance to another part of my story: the part that’s not written yet.
The Great Storyteller is writing a new chapter in my storybook, and I know that it’s all about healing. He has been patient with me when I have questioned where the plot line is headed… this post is such a good reminder to me to not only embrace the past, but to allow the present to unfold… because story heals us.
This is brilliant! I can’t tell you how this spoke to me.
“because story names us, and resistance wants us invisible. story heals us, and resistance wants us crippled.”
I am just beginning to tell my story…40 years later. It has been the hardest thing I have done. Giving myself permission to tell my story has had to go against the biggest resistance of all. Me.
Thank you so much.
You wrote these words for me. Really, you did. Thank you for being a servant to story, sister.
oh megan. thank YOU – so much – for those words. <3
hard-earned truth. this is one of your bravest posts yet. much love, dear friend.