I almost didn't go to small group this week. I have been tired from working a full time writing job and beginning another (and my last) semester of teaching. And a few of my friends had said they couldn't make it. So my excuses were pretty abundant. But I went anyway, and I'm really glad I did. My church celebrated our first birthday this past Sunday, and we shared a few videos of individuals who had found our church and what the year had meant to them. In honor of that, my small group decided to share our stories of how we came to find our church.
I have shared my story with friends and at my previous small group, and since a few people from my previous small group are in this group, I didn't want to "bore" them. I also don't want to feel like people pity me--I've felt that enough in the past year, and it makes me feel even more ostracized. But soon enough, one person sharing turned into another, and we were suddenly going around the circle. As the person next to me spoke, I kept thinking just say "pass," but when she finished--and there was an appropriate pause--I found myself sharing.
As I listened to others' stories, I started to realize that knowing their stories is a vital component of getting to know them. Sharing stories makes us vulnerable, and that can be genuinely tough and nerve-wracking because we are baring a bit of our soul, but vulnerability is a big part of establishing community. If we are not honest and open with our community, we aren't really in community; it's only a facade. Telling our stories is important--they are our testimony, they showcase our "why," and give us opportunity to build honest relationships.
So, take some time to introduce yourself. What do you blog about and why? What gets you going? What made you want to blog? What does blogging mean to you? How did you come across blogging? Is it a career for you or is it just something you do to share your story and let others know they are not alone?
God uses our stories. What's yours?