We all have one

We all have a story to tell. Some of us choose to live our stories out loud, in front of all to see. While others of us choose to only briefly share small pieces of our stories, at just the right time. 

God created us for a reason. He knew everything that was going to happen in our stories, and created us with a purpose. So often, we never fully understand the real purpose that we were created for, and choose to only live out part of our stories. 

Recently, I have been wrestling with a lot regarding my story... and what it is that God is calling me to do with it. Am I suppose to only share parts of my story with those around me and in ways keep being silent. Or, as I am walking through some difficult parts of my story... am I suppose to find courage and my voice in it, and begin to break the silence? 

Right now, I don't have an answer to that. However, I do know that Gods plans for us are for good. That the things that happen in our lives, may mold and shape us, but they do not define us. God never created us to suffer in life, but yet be able to live it to the fullest. We all have parts and pieces of our stories that are difficult and have hurt us. We have lost loved ones. We have had accidents. We have had times where we have hit rock bottom. There has been times where many of us have hated God for reasons beyond our control. There have even been times where we questioned if God even existed. God knew we were going to have those times and He has been right there along side us, the entire time.  God never meant for us to suffer, and yet sin was introduced, and impacted our stories in ways, He never intended. But, God does intend for our hurts and struggles to be made right and in the end... for a purpose. 

For some like myself, that is hard to even think about. God intends for this horrible part of my story to be made good? What good could ever be found in all of this hurt? What could sharing my story with others really do? Is my story even worth telling? What's the point, nothing will change? What's done.. is done? 

All of those questions I ask myself constantly. Each time though... I try as hard as I can to hold onto the truth that my God has intended for my hurts to be made good and for a purpose. I have no idea what that means in the end, but I hold onto that truth everyday. And when I have a hard time reminding myself that, I look to those around me that God has placed in my life to love me and accept me, despite all my hurts. I know that they will help remind me and still love me every step of the way.