I have been sharing my whole life. I’ve shared my bedroom, one bathroom, my clothes, my social activities, and even my friends with my siblings. Thankfully, all that sharing has prepared me wonderfully to share with the girls in my team and it’s truly been a pleasure. I’m so grateful for the opportunity to grow closer to one another that is presented by sharing.
What’s so hard to share than?
It’s me. I’m hard to share. How do I let these incredible girls see my quirks, the things that I love or hate, all those things that make me so completely ME. Can’t I just learn more about them? Shouldn’t me understanding who they are be enough? It was brought to my attention last Friday that I needed to act on my desire to connect more deeply by sharing all the insides of me. I could spend the full three months being considerate and taking part in all the fun others are having and riding on my surface level differences, but I’m not satisfied by that. I needed to take the next step of sharing the total randomness on my mind, how it looks when I’m giddy, sharing my personal shape of prayer and worship, my testimony, my spontaneous movie quote humor, my perspective on things I have no authority in.
It’s been a distinctly uncomfortable, but liberating experience to set the things I intimately know about how God created me to be in front of the girls. I’ve learned a lesson and had to continually remind myself of it. I love the things I enjoy because they are awesome. It’s okay if nobody else enjoys them as much as I do, but I know that they are awesome and that gives me the freedom and confidence to share without comparing or worrying if it suits others tastes and styles.
So now you’ll find me dancing in the kitchen, sharing my enthusiasm for 50’s tunes, blurting out random speculations, sharing my gathered wisdom about love and relationships, and praying like nobody else is in the room.
