Vulnerable. The word makes me shiver. It reminds me of walking down a dark alley with that stranger coming up behind you; it’s that possibility of being crushed, the possibility of being brutally backstabbed. Vulnerable is something we protect our selves from, with our personal walls and masks. Vulnerable is my story, is the reason I don’t share my story enough, but tonight that ends. I will not let my own insecurities of how others view me determine what I share in my story. This is my invitation to you, to your neighbor, to the world: I have a broken, beautiful, bittersweet story to tell of God’s love, about God’s glory, grace, and redemption; and if you want to hear it, you let me know.
The Sun is Rising.
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This is beautifully written! Funny thing is that it's about what I've recently been thinking about...how hard it is to let people in...how much I fail at maintaining relationships...my walls are getting huge... But you are right that the best story we can share is that of God's love and grace! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat do you do with someone who doesn't yet know how to be vulnerable? How do you teach someone that it's ok? How do you lead someone to vulnerability - not necessarily vulnerability with you but with anyone? Is there anything? How did you get here? I'd like to hear your story sometime. But I'd also like to know how you got to where you are writing this.
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