Who tells your story?

My sis and I made a slight detour to Savannah on our drive home from the Influence Conference last weekend to stretch our legs and soak up some history, wandering around the cemetery and various squares, reading plaques and admiring statues. We also listened to the Hamilton soundtrack in the car… for the second time that weekend. It was quite the educational road trip.

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If you’re not familiar with the musical Hamilton (I wasn’t before my sister introduced me this weekend, but you’re probably cooler than I am), it tells the complicated story of the life of founding father Alexander Hamilton—set to R&B and hip-hop. It sounds a little crazy, and I was skeptical, not going to lie. But I was captivated from the first track, and for the next three hours got lost in the tale, the non-stop lyrics, the rhythm of it all. (I have to step into mom mode—or maybe just Rebekah mode—here for a sec and give you the PSA that this soundtrack does have some explicit lyrics and is labeled with a warning. If you know me personally, you know I can’t stand foul language. But I love musicals, and this show is phenomenal. Please don’t judge me. Thank you.) 

After listening to this production twice in two days, I haven’t been able to get one song in particular out of my head, and it’s the final number. The chorus repeats: “Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?” It’s haunting and powerful.

Who tells your story? 

I’m in the midst of a season where this theme of storytelling feels like my pulse, repeating everywhere from the conference I just attended, to the ministry of Shama Women, to our current sermon series at church (it’s titled The Story—okay God, I’m listening), to, well, Hamilton (yes, God spoke to me through a Broadway musical).

IMG_7219Here’s the thought I can’t escape from, and it’s really all I wanted to say here right now, as much as I would love to keep talking Hamilton with you:

Our stories matter, whether they seem big and dramatic or small and insignificant. I’ve lived a good chunk of years thinking that no one wants or needs to hear about my life because it’s not exciting enough. That’s a lie. Don’t let the enemy tell you that your story isn’t interesting enough to make an impact. On the flip side, don’t let the enemy tell you that your story is too crazy or too much for people to handle, either! God is writing your story for you specifically, and nothing He does—and I mean nothing—is without purpose.

Your story is a gift to someone. It might be a gift to a lot of people. IMG_7214

I think I read that C.S. Lewis defined friendship as the moment when one person says to another, “You too? I thought I was the only one.” (I hope that’s a real quote and not just something someone stuck on a meme.) The point is, our stories show us we’re not alone, if we are willing to share them. They connect us to each other. They inspire and encourage. They teach. Most importantly, they point anyone who will listen (or read) back to the Author of them all, who deserves all the glory.

Will we be brave enough to share them?

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4 thoughts on “Who tells your story?

  1. Rebekah,

    I love the post! I am a firm believer in sharing our stories and experiences. Our stories allow connection and collaboration. Our stories allow us to share our experiences with one another to encourage and support. We can reach out to others through our narratives and assure one another that we are not alone just as you wrote, “You too?” Those words are uplifting and healing to hear! As I embark on this new chapter of life as a blogger, I have found so many women responding to me in a positive manner because someone understands. We all need understanding. connection and collaboration. Thanks for the reminder!

    1. Yes! I love what you said—and that’s what made me realize I needed to keep writing. The responses I receive when I write (sometimes from the most unexpected readers) continue to confirm that this is exactly what I need to be doing. I’m excited to follow your blog! Congrats on the launch—that first post is a big step!

  2. I really connected with this post. I also do not care for bad language. One of my co-workers described me as someone who never curses. I also love Broadway musicals. I enter the popular Hamilton digital drawing on the day of my NYC layovers but have not been successful yet. The show is sold out for a long time. I was a little disappointed about some of the negative news about the show’s director.

    1. I’m so glad, Marla! My mom raised us to not use foul language and it’s just one of those lessons that stuck. I’m thankful it did, though! I think when those kinds of things make you stand out, it makes people wonder what’s different about you and presents an incredible opportunity to show Christ.
      Hope you’re able to catch Hamilton at some point! I heard they might take it on the road sometime in the next couple of years and will have to wait patiently until then! 😉

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