I love stories.

Professionally, I work for a publishing company that tells the true, inspirational life stories of real people with real problems who’ve fought for change and discovered transformation in the truth. 

Personally, I thrive on telling the tales of my failures, my superheroes, my life and my God.

There’s something so remarkable about sharing life experiences in real, raw and vulnerable ways. It connects us. It empowers us. It inspires us. It encourages us. And as I’ve learned to do it better in both a professional and a personal setting, I’ve seen firsthand the POWER of the story.

Sharing our story, our whole story (not just the one we put on Facebook), openly frees us from the shackles that trying to keep it hidden in the dark puts on. Guilt, shame and failure can’t call our names in the shadows when we’re proclaiming courageous truth in the light.

It lets other know that they’re not alone. That someone else has been there, too. And that there is life and even laughter after the trials and tragedies we sometimes face in this world.

And it encourages others that, if God can do it for us, He can also do it for them. It builds our faith. It builds our confidence. It builds our trust in a God who moves mountains.