If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin.
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
~ Emily Dickinson ~
I am honoured. Truly, deeply honoured, humbled and privileged. When I started this blog, I set out to share my story, to help others. What I have found, is incredible people that have opened up and shared YOUR stories with me. And I am the one encouraged and totally inspired. Wow!
This past week, I had coffee with a friend, listening and sharing stories. I have been reminded why I started to blog. And I’m so incredibly thankful for that reminder.
Every single time I go to click the “Publish” button, I freeze. I’m scared. “What will people think? Will I be judged? Will I seem incompetent? Will people understand what I’m trying to accomplish?”.
Eventually, I push past that fear, hover my finger over the “Publish” button, and say a prayer. I pray that at least one person reads my blog and feels encouraged. It doesn’t matter if I get one view or 1000’s of views. It’s not about stats or becoming famous or making money. It’s about the one person that needs to read my words at that very moment.
Then I click. My heart races. I take a deep breath and sigh. I thank God for giving me the courage and a voice to share. Then I close my computer, walk away and let God do the rest.
I share my experiences because I know it has helped me when others have shared their experiences with me. That’s why community works. Whether it is school community, church community, online community, city community. It works. Period.
People need people. We need to share. We are made to support and love one another. The more we talk, the less stigma there is. The less stigma, then more people can find the help they need.
I have had the privilege to hear every story imaginable. YOUR stories.
stay at home moms suffering postpartum depression
young adults cutting
teenage boys fighting porn addiction
childhood sexual abuse
I keep these incredible stories private, as they are not for me to share. I’m not a doctor, counsellor or a therapist. I have no professional degree to help people. And I definitely do not offer professional advise. I just listen. I listen without judgement or condemnation. I want to show compassion and love for every single story that comes into my life. Because everyone has a story, and everyone deserves to be heard.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart for trusting me with your most precious, intimate stories. I hold them in my heart. I pray for each of you. And I pray for people that I don’t know, yet. Those that are still suffering in silence.
Thank you, my friends, for reminding me why I do what I do.
2 Corinthians 1:3-7 (NIV)
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.