Saturday I sang and spoke at a Luncheon where I told the story behind the songs I sing. This is something I've been doing more and more frequently and I am still surprised each time I am asked to do it again.
It is an interesting thing to watch my story go out and bounce off of the faces of those sitting in front of me, and the reflection I see coming back that I am most shocked to see is understanding. Because the story behind many of my songs is heavy.
Sometimes we like to sit in our little lives and think that we are the only ones with problems like ours. We isolate ourselves and talk ourselves into believing that our pain, problems, stresses, troubles, and trials are unique therefore leaving us alone in our burden bearing. This is untrue, though, and Saturday was an ever growing reminder of this, to me.
Each time I have done this sing/speak type of thing, I get tears watching people line up to speak to me afterward. They stand, waiting to let their own story pour out from them in an unbridled gush as if the troubled waters of their lives have been building behind a dam of silence. I hear stories of suicide attempts, children lost, parents lost, grief, teenage pregnancy, miscarriages, depression, molestation, sickness, infertility, anger, rape, jobs lost, homes lost, and single parenthood. Yet, most of them were with hushed tones, eyes darting around, worried that their pain was too much for anyone else to have to hear.
Why do we keep silent?
Is it because we don't think anyone can share our burden? or understand it?
There have been portions of the story of my life that I have shared only briefly before I started this sing/speak thing because I thought that my trials would be too much for someone else to bear. Why wouldn't I think that? Sometimes it seemed too much for me to bear. But I have found something amazing happen each time I release those pent up words of my story.
People want to listen.
People want to help.
Because, perhaps, my trial is something they have just surfaced from, finding that there is light on the other side. Perhaps every time I share I am affirming that we are not alone. We are not isolated.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4 says,
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God."
Open your mouth and share. Let God use someone to comfort you, and then in turn you will have a life that can be used to comfort others. What an immeasurable joy it is to know that while my trials have brought me pain I can use the comfort I have found through Jesus to bring relief and consolation to others, and they to others, and they to others, and they to...