It’s been 10 years now. We’ve passed the mark and entered into double digits.
And, as much as I’m overcome with the magnitude of what we have experienced, I am simultaneously in awe of what we have survived.
What we are still surviving.
On Sunday, we welcomed nearly 70 people and shared our story with them. We laughed together and cried together. We worshiped and sang together.
And, I hope that as we all left, we were encouraged together. I hope that you held your spouse’s hand a bit tighter and lingered longer over your children while they slept. I hope you asked God to come into those hard places in your lives and hope that you begin to see people in their brokenness.
I challenged you to share your own stories, to show your own scars so that others may be encouraged in their own battles and know they are not alone in their struggles. I asked you to give them freedom, and no condemnation, if they wrestle with their faith in trials. Be ready to answer hard questions or at a minimum just say, “I don’t know.” Give people hope to cling to the promise that all sufferings in this world have already been redeemed on a Cross and one day, whether on earth or in heaven, we will see the manifestation of that redemption.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Share your story. Show your scars. Let people see Jesus.