I am a little bit in love with the world of blogging.
Because, in my experience, it is the one place where it’s basically impossible to feel lonely for too long. There are so many voices out there, people. Beautiful voices who are saying really important things, things worth hearing. There are people who are saying two very, very important words with their stories and their lives:
They say it to me all the time, and if you look long and hard enough, I am certain that there are people out there saying it to you as well. No matter who you are, where you are, or how long you’ve been feeling like you’re probably the only person who and where you are…you’re not. Search the voices, and find your “me too” tribe.
Today, and probably a lot in the days to come, I will share a few of my favorite “me too” moments. These kinds of stories, these kinds of voices, are the reasons I sit down as often as possible with a warm drink and an open heart and some time on my hands. Some of them will be new, some will be old, but all of them will speak, if you have a moment to listen.
Please understand from the onset that I don’t edit the blogs I read for language. If you’re looking for a person who values the idea that this messy, dirty, unfathomably broken world can or should always be expressed in pristine language, you’ve unfortunately got the wrong girl. However, it’s never been my intention to offend or disrespect those whose convictions run parallel to my own, so I like to put a disclaimer out there.
“Teachers- you’ve got a million parents behind you whispering together: ‘We don’t care about the damn standardized tests. We only care that you teach our children to be Brave and Kind. And we thank you. We thank you for saving lives.'”
I just recently found Momastery, and every word out of this woman’s mouth is a heart-stopping brand of gold to me. I have long harbored the suspicion that in order to love messy people well, we have to live our own messiness out loud. I have yet to find anyone who does that with the grace and audacity that Glennon Melton does. Her words and her story and her heart are shocking and brave and beautiful, and she gives me hope that my own loud messiness can help others heal.
- “Why Didn’t You Just…?” Thoughts on Spiritual Struggle in Retrospect by Addie at How to Talk Evangelical
“For me, the process of rebuilding and redefining has taken time, and it’s something I continue to struggle with and work through. And looking back, there’s a million other ways I could have done it.
But I didn’t.
And Grace found me anyway.”
I just discovered Addie’s blog this week, and I cannot even start to put words to all of the me-too moments I’ve had in reading her story. She is a questioner and a cynic who grew up in a very similar evangelical culture to my own, and she is a lovely example of what it means to be a questioner and a cynic who is caught in the arms of grace and Jesus.
“Then Sabo I say it brave, my voice refusing to shake as it stands in the truth: God looks at you and he looks at me and he sees exactly the same thing – the righteousness of Jesus.
Sabo laughs a little, shaking his head. Truth be told, it’s a little bit of a hard pill for me to swallow too. How can we be the same when I’ve done so many GOOD things and he has done so many BAD? But the gospel stares me in the face, with deep brown eyes and a stubborn set to his jaw. Because ALL sins nailed at Golgotha. Not just mine, not just his. All of them. And the ground stands surprisingly level here at the foot of the cross.”
I have never met Becca, but it took me about two of her blogs to understand that our hearts beat the same rhythms of grace for the same brand of kiddos, and that she knows how quickly that grace-beat can tear up your whole heart and your whole view of life and faith and grace.