Every follower of Christ has a story that someone needs to hear.
For many, their story remains locked away,
perhaps never to see the light of day.
Some are unwilling to share their story,
some don't believe they have a story,
or a story that anyone would want to hear.
Some don't know their story because they've never thought about it.
Some don't want to relive their story.
Stories of highs and lows, grace, betrayal, forgiveness, abuse, redemption,
mercy, joy, hope, faith, reconciliation, salvation, healing, miracles, bumps,
bruises, thanksgiving, pain, valleys, mountain tops, twists, turns, cliffs, pits,
fire, and rain, and of course, Love. The greatest story of all.
Deep behind the prison bars of fear, pride, guilt, and shame,
somewhere in the non-existent margins of the speed of life,
lies a story waiting to be known, and to be shared.
Shared with the exact person, place and time that God ordains,
when we least expect it, and probably when we least feel like it.
Every follower of Christ has a story that someone needs to hear.
But a story can't be heard, unless it is first told.
It can't be told if it isn't known.
And it can't be known unless it's sought.
And it can't be sought without the willingness to seek.
And that's where the ministry of story midwifery begins.