The importance of sharing our story

I just spent two weeks with a team of people from all over the world, volunteering like myself, on a medical mission in the Philippines.  The highlight of my time was hearing other people’s stories.  In the unhurried spaces while we were waiting, I would ask people on team to tell me their story. Occasionally I would tell mine.  Sometimes it was just the sharing of information or a summary of a life. One time in particular I felt a deep connection with another soul, as we shared vulnerably and honestly about our lives and our struggles.  In the conversation, not only did we get to know one another but we also were able to encourage one another and impart hope. 

Dr Sherry Hamby believes there is a remarkable benefit to sharing our story and is surprised at the power of emotional, autobiographical storytelling.  Her research highlights that sharing our story can help others; writing it down or sharing our story with another helps to organise and make sense of what often seems random and unconnected; it helps us to focus on what is important and clarifies our values, and often gives us a sense of peace and hopefulness we did not have before.  The process of telling one’s story is a worthwhile exercise.  Listening to someone else’s story is just as important. 

How long has it been since you swapped stories-genuine emotional, autobiographical storytelling?  The bible says, “…Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have.” 1 Peter 3:15b.   I am challenged by that because many of my stories are more often random and unconnected instead of organised; and I have not sifted the challenges from the highlights. 

Over the past year the theme of ‘telling my story’ has been a reoccurring one. Sometimes I have shared a little of my story in this space.  Most times though I struggle to believe I have something worthy of sharing.  I have had some challenges and hurts that run deep and out of respect for others whose story is entangled with mine, I have often stayed silent.  I have come to recognise that there is purpose in sharing but first I must take the time to shape my stories and do the work of sifting through the ramblings.   Who knows what clarity and hope will rise from the ashes. 

Next time I meet you I would love to hear your story.  Not an old story, but a ‘new’ one.  Maybe I will have one of my own to share.  Let us both encourage one another and share the reason for the hope we have. 

Photo by Katie Treadway on Unsplash