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Embracing the Path God Has For You



When Melissa reached out to me and shared her story, I was stuck by the uniqueness of her perspective and yet, how relatable the twists and turns of each chapter were to nearly everyone. I've never met Melissa in person but she is one of the kindest people and is incredibly sensitive to the voice of God and the hearts of other people. Sharing this is long overdue and it is truly an honor to share Melissa's story with you today.



I love nature walks. I love the feel of the warm air on my skin and the sun pouring through the trees. I love the sound of the birds chatting and the breeze rustling and the leaves crunching under my feet. I love everything about it. Except maybe if I’m honest, I don’t love what I have to do to get there.

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I feel like my life is much like that; maybe you do too. I want the beauty of the trail without the work and time to get there.  In fact, at many points in my life, I plotted out the path I thought I was supposed to take before I knew anything about what the path was, what I would need to do to get there, or especially how the path could change.  I plotted my career of being a teacher at 12.  I decided on my dream college at 15 and made decisions about my family plans at 20.  I had it all figured out.  Until I didn’t.

I Judged You Before I Knew You


When this story was submitted it was like Alex was sharing my heart. The value of others, taking the time to truly hear their stories, and noticing what Jesus is saying to us through our stories and those of others is exactly what Alex's story is all about. It is also the heartbeat of Sacred Stories. It is my hope that her story will encourage and inspire all of us to consider our initial reactions to others and to listen for the voice of God in our everyday moments. It's an honor to share this story today.





I was trying to find a parking space at Starbucks when I first saw her. She seemed young, with brightly-colored hair and green eyes. This made her cane and stooped shoulders seem out of place. At the bottom of the cane, she had a tennis ball instead of a rubber stopper, reminding me of the walkers of old men in the nursing homes I used to visit.

It took me a while to find a parking space. As I pulled my parking brake and climbed out of the car, I was surprised to see that she had just now reached the patio in front of the coffee shop. She was moving so slowly. That’s when I heard my own thoughts...

Slow down. You don’t want to interact with her.

I slowed my pace, hoping she would not see me.

She might ask you for money. She might have a disability. She might have trouble communicating. You don’t want to be caught in that position.

6 Keys To Becoming A Safe Person


Here at Sacred Stories, it is desired that our little corner of the web be a gathering place for connection and for refuge. Here, it is my hope that all those who share or stop by are encouraged, seen and safe.

This space is something we all long for. It's something that can be hard to find and when you find it, can be awkward or difficult to navigate due to the simple infrequency of our exposure to it. But this kind of knowing is sacred. To be known is what we all long for and to be truly seen is our heart's desire.



Sometimes, the first step towards this knowing-ness is becoming that safe space for someone else. I think this is something most of us truly desire but we sometimes don't know how to execute. We all want to be great friends and supportive to those around us. But really living that out means that sometimes people might share hard, messy things with us. It means being comfortable with visible emotion or extended silence. It means acknowledging your limitations and leaning into questions. It means willingly and consciously break your own heart as you hold both the story of someone else and the story teller. Being a safe person is part of loving well. And loving well is flat out dangerous.

This task can be hard. No, it is hard. You can take the easy route and only send the quick text or write the sterile note or and keep our hands clean (please note: these are good things. Please write people notes and send those kind messages. They just aren't all there is.). Or, we can move out of our comfort zones and into the life of someone else, giving them space, safety, and freedom to tell their story. To be chosen as the steward of the story of another person is a sacred thing and it's a responsibility that can't be taken lightly. It must be handled with boldness and gentleness, humility and confidence. It's not easy. But it's a beautiful gift.


So, how do we do this?