i just had a wonderful conversation with a dear dear friend.
it's funny how in sharing things and listening, one ends up confronting oneself. you'd think by now, i'd know this and be used to it. and yet i continued to be surprised.

she was sharing how she sees certain parts of her past as something that doesn't need to be addressed or talked about, believing the lie that they are invalid. and then by the end of our conversation, i was left haunted by something that i considered a blip in my recent past. sigh. and so the processing starts again.

it's a gift, to be able to tell and retell our stories. it's a gift to ourselves and to others. i love stories. i don't think there is a better way to spend a day than finding out someone's story. and the greatest gift we are given in Christ is how He transforms our stories...past, present, and future.