At some point you have to lay your pain down. Carrying it around from place to place can become burdensome. It can be a weight that holds you hostage and keeps you locked in a past that stagnates your present and future.
For 30 years I carried the weight of journals i have written about my life. I was sure they would be the story I would write. After a visitation from God and instructions for moving forward I had to release the weight of living. As i moved from house to house, state to state my pain travelled with me. It became a badge of honor I wore. It was not until I was instructed to let it that I realized the weight of the words written in my journals. Words are not just written on paper they are etched on our lives. There is power in the written word. You must decide what part of the word your story is to be written in. The point of followers of Christ is that your story brings him glory.
If I only tell you my story so you can identify with me then I missed the reason for having a story. My story is always for his glory. It’s told for the main character to receive glory. Im not the main character in my story. I was the stunt person taking the hits and blows. The main character is the one who gets the credit, he is the one whose name will be seen on the screen in my life.
If my story doesn’t lead you to him then my story is in vain.