Between Hearts

I realized that my story isn't the kind that I will ever share in front of a congregation.

 

It isn't the kind of testimony that I will paraid around a church or publish in a book.

 

 

 

I always wanted an important story. A story with an impressive middle and inspiring end. 

 

 

 

I mourned that I didn't have one. That I didn't matter. I mourned that I was a painfully average, good Christian girl.

 

 

 

Now I have had to mourn the loss of that not being true. 

 

 

 

My eyes have opened. I have seen reality as facts. Instead of the fiction I painted to survive. 

 

 

 

My story will be one shared between hearts. It is important. But it will not be displayed for all to see. 

 

 

 

This is not what I want. But I have come back to this thought for months and it is what I have come to embrace. 

 

Just because a story is not shared with everyone, does not mean it is not important.