“Some stories aren’t yours to tell – even when you’re a key player. Even when the story ends well… You will want to testify about the grace and the redemption that will get you to the other side of each dark day, but it’s hard to describe without describing the pain and suffering inflicted on you.” – a text from a dear, dear friend about my post yesterday. 

These words are exactly what I needed to hear. Exactly.

I want to be open, be vulnerable, be honest – but that does not give me permission to tell someone else’s story.

This was the 2nd time I was told, and gently admonished, by my conscience. 

Last week, I finished C.S. Lewis’s ‘The Horse and His Boy‘. There was a quote in the book that I cannot unhear.

“Child,’ said the Lion, ‘I am telling you your story, not hers. No one is told any story but their own.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy

And now that I’ve admitted to you that I have found peace with my role in a story that is not fully my own, I feel the words welling up again. My heart feels a freedom to tell you of other things.

While this space has been quiet, I’ve fallen even more deeply in love with Jesus and His people (that’s you by the way). I’ve made friends with those that have gone before and faced trials I cannot even imagine. The Saints have so much wisdom to share with us. They have already walked the journey and they know how to rejoice in suffering, Praise Him through anything, and become selfless in a way this world doesn’t understand.

I hope your day is absolutely wonderful! I’m excited to start writing again.