you remember.

it only takes a moment. before, you wrote for you. before, you bled on paper because that's what the best writers tell you to do anyway, right? hemingway?

and then...and then...

someone reads it.

someone misreads it.

and suddenly, vulnerability just isn't an option any more. suddenly, the bravery you felt running through your veins is stopped cold by a tourniquet of silence.

and the words feel stolen.

what do you do then?

you remember. 

but if i say, "forget it! no more God-Messages from me!" the words are fire in my belly, a burning in my bones. i'm worn out trying to hold it in. i can't do it any longer! {jeremiah 20:9}

we are not meant to be shut up, our fingers are meant to slap the keys and our stories are meant to be heard. even in the darkness. even in the pain. because in the darkness, His light shines so much brighter. in the pain, His healing so much sweeter.

listen to the truth, dear one. dig deep into the fear of realizing you matter. 

and your words? your story?

it's the one thing they can't steal from you.

 

Posted on May 28, 2012 and filed under the {true} and the questions.