Over the last
week month or so the idea of story keeps running through my mind and life. How each person has a story, is living a story and our stories MATTER. Our stories intersect, intertwine, run into one another. As I’m in this period of transition, other’s stories grab my attention. Whether it’s a fellow Mission Year alum who is vlogging about transition or an old co-worker doing weekly blogs, friends sharing thoughts through music, phone calls, or poetry. These stories are touching something within me that I struggle to name.
And in all of this, there are levels – depths- to the stories shared. Sometimes a story takes me into the daily life of a friend overseas. A blog may discuss a current issue or Christianity. Spoken word may talk about climate change, racial injustice or the joys and pains of high school.
Unfortunately, amidst all the reading and listening I’ve been doing, I haven’t found my medium.
I haven’t found the way(s) to share my stories.
I haven’t found my voice.
There is more to be said. written. sung. rhymed. colored. It just can’t find its way out – clearly.
But, I’m not giving up. These stories will emerge.