“You should write and share stories because your words might help someone else feel less alone, and that has a way of making you feel less alone.” [Jamie Tworkowski]
Hey there. Its been awhile. Let’s catch up.
Whoever came up with the saying “time flies” knew what they were talking about. The past three months have flown by and I can’t believe there are only three short weeks left in this semester. In the past months I have laughed, cried, grown, learned, stumbled, and fallen flat on my face. I know you were not created to handle my day to day mess, so I’ll spare you the details. I do; however, know that there is value in life’s messy stories. My computer is full of unfinished messy entries chronicling the last few months, entries I never had the intention of sharing. It wasn’t until a friend of mine asked why I hadn’t been writing, and I said I didn’t have anything good enough to say. Boy did she tell me otherwise…
I used to think my story was insignificant, and truth be told I still believe that lie sometimes. That’s right, I said it. Lie. My story matters. To Write Love On Her Arms [TWLOHA] founder Jamie Tworkowski founded an organization on the basis of making sure individuals know they matter. Even as I write this a single thought echoes through my head, “who cares”. Well, who knows… if you’ve made it this far, you probably do. I’m currently 29,037 feet in the air halfway in between San Francisco and Los Angeles. When I first stepped foot onto this plane I had intended to finish an episode of Parenthood on Netflix. As soon as I sat down I knew it was time to write.
Like I said, the past few months have been messy. My mess required grace. My mess requires me to be gentle with myself. I can’t sit here and tell you the answers, I can’t tell you I have it all figured out. I can tell you one thing. It is okay not to be okay. You are imperfect, flawed, and messy. That is what is beautiful. It is beautiful that you and I live in a world where we can brag about our weaknesses. 2 Corinthians 12:9 reads “but he said to me, “my grace is sufficient for you, my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” Let God’s grace be sufficient for you, let it be enough.
The past few months I have searched for the right words to make my life seem less messy, to make it seem strong and put together? What good would that story be? Well, for one thing it wouldn’t be real. You probably wouldn’t relate to it, it wouldn’t help you. That is why I write. I write for you. I write to shed light on the darkness, to talk about the things people don’t like to talk about. I write to make you feel less alone. Strangely enough, that makes me feel less alone. We’re in this crazy messy world together, let’s brag about our weaknesses.