I heard you yesterday.

I heard how you ache at the not knowing if sharing your stories matters. Or worse yet, the wondering if it was worth sharing if no one shows up to read.

It made me think. What if we took a day. One day. And sat around together, slumped over sofas, feet up on the coffee table, comfortably folded into chairs, across futons, stretched out on the floor and just reveled in each other’s stories. What if we ate them like so much rich chocolate and shared them around and said, “Here, try this one – the center is soft and nougaty or sweet and unexpected or dark, dark bittersweet all the way through.”

What is the one post from this year or month or week that you wish more people had read?

Link it up below. Let’s share them. Let’s revel in them. Let’s read them.

I think you and your words are mighty fine and worth splurging on. Let’s tuck in and savor every scrumptious one. And be sure and share how good they were. Link up your favorite favorite, and then go back and read the one before you. Read, savor, and then leave a comment telling the author what it meant to you. Share what you loved, how it spoke to you, the words that were the richest.

And before you know it, we will have eaten up every last post that should never have been overlooked to begin with.

You are, each one of you, more unique by far than the best confections the world has to offer.

You are created.
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14.

You are chosen.
The Lord has chosen you to be His treasured possession. Deuteronomy 14:2.

You are celebrated.
He will take great delight in you…He will rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17.

You are cherished.
I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness. Jeremiah 31:3.

And I’d like to give one of you who links up and reads someone else’s post this beautiful reminder from DaySpring of God’s Heart for You.

Take one day and savor the words of your sisters. I’m going to try and read every single post that’s shared. And on Friday we’ll feel full and appreciated and perhaps that littlest bit less foolish and alone.

I’ll go first….

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