This blog almost never happened because I couldn’t think of a name for it. Actually, I thought of LOTS of names for it. They all stunk. Seriously. They were bad. So bad, I’m not even going to tell you what they were. In desperation, I asked my husband to help me. His ideas were even worse. Is it bad if I admit that I actually felt a little bit better after that?
In the end, I lifted the phrase “sharing the sacred” from a Facebook comment I made back in October in response to an article posted by Dale Skram. Dale is a junior high and high school classmate of mine. She is a Christian speaker, author, and life coach. If you don’t know about her, you should. Check out her website at www.daleskram.com. Anyway, Dale wrote an article for an online Christian magazine’s newsletter. You can read it here:
Tell me you did not just skip over that link. March yourself right back there and click on it. Read the article. I’ll wait.
Aren’t you glad you went back and read Dale’s article? I love it. Very thought-provoking. When Dale posted the link to it from her Facebook page and asked for feedback about sharing hard experiences, I posted this comment:
Such truth, Dale. God’s Word is full of the stories of people who grew in the Lord as a result of surrendering to Him during (and sometimes, after) their own hard experiences. If we don’t share our own stories, we dishonor God’s work in our lives. Sharing the sacred can sometimes make us feel uncomfortably vulnerable, but we hide our light under a bushel when we keep our stories to ourselves. I sometimes wonder if others could possibly be interested in my stories of infertility, depression, and the loss of my mother–but I try to not shy away from telling them. God has used those experiences, more than any others, to show me who He is, and the depth of His love for me.
So, that’s where I’m coming from and why this blog is called Sharing the Sacred.
What’s in a name? Well, now you know.