Posted on Monday, August 29, 2011
Last week I was on a TreeHouse staff retreat. While we were there we were each invited to take a full uninterrupted hour to “tell our story.” Our autobiographic tale had no apparent form or content requirements. Each person told it her or his way.
I loved listening to others talk about their childhood. I admired their successes. I commend their humility in sharing some of their lowest lows. We laughed. We cried. We prayed.
Unfortunately, I had to leave the retreat early. I didn’t get to hear two of colleagues stories [yet!]. And, I didn’t get to tell “my story.” Our small group leader mentioned that I “have other means to tell my story.”
She was right. I do have “other means” including mysilentscream.com.
That got me thinking.
Would YOU like to read my story?
My guess was your answer might be “Maybe. Yes.”
This week at the risk of blatant self-promotion, self- immolation, or self-aggrandizing I’ll be telling “my story.”
Consider this your invitation.