The story...
I grew up within a loud-large family where I felt the need to interject my story quickly, with enthusiasm, and in an interesting way, for people to acknowledge me - to fit it. I was born with a personality that I seem to have crafted into that role - mine was different than all the others. When I left the confines of my family, I realized the need to adapt my role playing to better "fit in." I assumed the "real" me wasn't enough to naturally fit in - to avoid rejection. So, I became proficient as the story teller. I gravitated toward people and places where stories were told - where I could shine. The college bar scene was the perfect environment until it wasn't.
My spouse married a fun guy - the story teller. He was loud, funny, enthusiastic, and the idea guy - she complimented me in ways where I was lacking. We were a good team - friends. We had kids, supervisor jobs, and community roles that required adaptation to fit it.
Later in life, I became more comfortable with me and dropped some of the habits that made up parts of my persona. Some of my current "ways" might have been more natural for me, as a young boy, if I grew up in a different type of family. Yet, I'm thankful that I tended to engage in life, liven the group with my stories, embark on new adventures, and change things up.
Today, I'm truly a better listener - respect and value others more too. I'm thankful for my current character within this epic story of life yet I also value my past roles - the tapestry of who I am.
The only church in town would appreciate each person as they are within their story. Collectively, they'd know that they're a key part of a much richer tapestry. A place where all people can rest, learn, grow, and abide in the reality of who they are in Christ.
Just for today...
"A wonderful nurturing atmosphere is created when people help other people by being themselves and sharing their own experiences." Courage to Change (p. 137)
"When I feel I must take a radical and irrevocable step, shouldn't I make sure I am not motivated by resentment, hatred, or anger?" One Day at a Time (p. 137)
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