Hidden Treasures

I’ve lived much of my life in compartments.  Writing about difficult subjects made me tear down walls and rebuild foundational dreams.  I could see hope in the spaces between the healing and the hurt.  They were not in vain.  An invitation to just be and to be whole drew me in.  There was room, spacious room, for my heart to live a better story even among the ashes.   

Living through the uncomfortable places forced me to see the coals of my life, only they were no longer coals.  Glimmers of diamonds burst from crushed and bent places.  Losses were no longer dead weights around my neck.  Losses were no longer shameful or points of contention to be avoided.  The compression, the intense pressure, and pain no longer frighten me.  Instead, they remind me God makes beautiful things from the dust of my life.  

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Why Real Talk Matters to Me

Story Sessions is a writing community I joined last year.  It’s a community of women who write, dream, create, and encourage one another.  A couple of weeks ago, I was interviewed on how Real Talk Tuesday came to be.

I didn’t intend to start Real Talk Tuesday.  It was one of those things that just happened (though I think something like it was always rumbling around in my heart).  It was an offshoot of where I wanted to take my own writing, but I wanted to do it in community.  A few months ago I took part of a healing support group called Mending the Soul.  It’s changed my life (keeps changing my life), my perspective, and how I see authenticity and living out truth.  It was all about dealing with hard truths about one’s self and its impact on how we relate to people and issues in our lives.  It’s more than that, but that was the impetus toward healing and restoration.

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What It Means to Be

The signs around me have consistently foreshadowed this message from sermons, secret messages, and conversations on being and belonging to the Marquis that read “identity management.”  I think the message is clear.  I get it.
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Well, at least I’m beginning to get it.  I know it began before I was born.  I know it was in me when I was born, but I was not walking it out in life. Since I have begun moving in this writing direction, I have more peace.  It’s settling in.

Self discovery is different for each of us.  We each come to a moment, a fork in the road where we must choose: “what will I be?”  The question really wasn’t “what will I do?” 
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Why the Story Matters

It’s Real Talk Tuesday time, and this week our theme is: “Why the Story Matters.” Let that sink in for a moment. What is the story you’ve been hiding? Where are the words crackling like fire in your bones? Have you taken on self-imposed silence? Why?

We’d love for you to join us.   Poem, Song, Essay, Story, Blog Post, or Photo Essay – share the words and images that speak of truth. Your voice will be heard here. We’re ready to hear your stories. We honor each voice here.

All we ask is that you keep it G/PG,  share your post, comment on the person before you or after you, and share the link up.  As always may our words be seasoned with salt and grace.  May our words empower, encourage, and equip.

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Entering In. Breaking Out

highway marvia davidsonWelcome to Real Talk Tuesday.  This time next week I will have same name where you found me before, but the site will be self-hosted, and I hope to see you there.  I’m so glad you’re with us this week.  I’m so glad we’re on this journey together.  It’s Real Talk Tuesday time.  This week we’re talking about “entering in.”

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