First, I want to apologize for not posting much this week. Spring break started for me, and I needed a break. Online learning is hard and sometimes frustrating. And I honestly didn’t know what to blog about.

There’s been something on my mind a lot lately that I really wanted to share with you guys.

I’m a writer, and as a writer, I create stories and share them with others. I’ve posted a few snippets on here, and you all seem to like them. Those are my stories. I tell them, hoping they will inspire people. Hoping they will speak to someone.

But those aren’t the only stories I have. I have a good life, but its not perfect. I’ve had my ups and downs, as I’m sure everyone has. My ups and downs may be different than the person down the street, but they were still hard for me to face. Everyone is different. Everyone has their own struggles. Their own pains. Their own fears. Their own change.

Their own story.

One thing I have learned through my ups and downs, is that even through that pain, whatever it is, I can help others. My experiences have allowed me to help others who are going through a similar experience. I’m not saying it’s the same. What I am saying is that my pain can help others pain. I may be able to help someone through tough situations. I may not be able to help them avoid the situation, but I can at least help them through it. That’s what matters to me.

I’ve been reading a book called Operation Christmas Child: A Story of Simple Gifts by Donna Lee Toney and Franklin Graham. I’m sure you guys have heard about Operation Christmas Child. I’ve talked about it before. This book is about how Operation Christmas Child came to be and is full of stories from the workers, describing how the kids react when they receive their shoe box. It is so amazing to read these stories about how God has changed those children’s lives. Those children were changed by that simple gift. Their stories have helped me realize that even my story is important. I may not have the same story as someone who lives down the street. I may not have a bad life compared to someone else. But my story is important. That person’s story is important. Your story is important.

Sometimes all it takes is one story to change a life, to change a person.

All it takes is one story and a person who is willing to tell that story.

Here’s my question for you guys: What’s your story?