However, when I hear from women who can relate, empathy and understand permeate my heart. Some of the words in my story – crisis, home invasion, rape, counseling – aren’t ones everyone can relate to, and I’m thankful for that. Women who have survived a major transition encourage me with their stories and wisdom. Others who have served overseas can relate to my thoughts on adjusting to a new culture or adjusting back to my passport culture. I don’t wait however, because when I share my story, I remember I’m not alone. ![]() So if my story is messy, than why share my story with others? Why give people a glimpse into the chaos of transitioning from one section of my life to a new section of life? Why put my thoughts and fears on the internet for others to read? Why not wait until the story has been edited, until the structure is solid and until the words are final? He is writing my story, complete with all of the twists and turns, and I know He sees the final draft, not the messy rough draft, which I see. I make choices which impact where the plot heads, who becomes part of my story and where I live out my story but ultimately God is in control. I can’t control the direction of the plot or the cast of characters or the setting. However, the story of life isn’t like a perfectly crafted book. The kind of order with appropriate word usage and transitional thoughts between paragraphs and ideas. The kind of order with action verbs and strong adjectives and adverbs. The kind of order including sentences with subjects, verbs and modifiers in their proper places. None of this eliminates the stress because I like order. The structure of this new section is weak. No smooth transitional phrases, sentences and paragraphs. ![]() The topic of dialogue is changing.Īs another section of the story of my life is beginning, the transition from one section to the other is proving chaotic and stressful.
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