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Five Minute Friday: Story

My story is what made me want to start blogging. The story of how my heart was broken by one of the people I trusted most in this world. It's hard to tell our stories - we want to help people but there's the fear of criticism or advice that seems but too easy to give but hard to put into practice.

I want my blog to help people. I want it to shave time off of someone else's time to heal a broken heart. I want it to be an inspiration to others, whether they are on their own for the first time or trying to remember what it's like to be on their own after years of being part of a couple.

I haven't always been good at telling my story. I've been afraid to write about the bad days, afraid to come off as a whiner or to be repetitive with the "debbie downer" posts. But I need to push through and tell my story because I feel like it is what I am supposed to do. That in my telling my story, I will find the healing that I wish for so much.

Please know today that if your story includes a broken heart, there are better days ahead. Not every day will be good, but there will be better days. Don't let anyone else tell you how to recover, especially not how fast you should recover. Turn that hurt over to God, know that He has you in the palm of His hand and He will find a way to turn this hurt part of your story into the good part of your story.

My story won't end with this broken heart and neither will yours.
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  1. AnonymousAugust 2, 2013 at 5:53 PM

    Girl, tell your story. Heal your heart. You deserve it.

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  2. UnknownAugust 2, 2013 at 6:00 PM

    Dear Andrea
    I am so glad that you give the advice that we should not lend our ears who wants to tell us how much time we need to recover! That is mean.
    Blessings XX
    Mia

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  3. UnknownAugust 2, 2013 at 7:00 PM

    I needed this reminder tonight, bless you.

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  4. UnknownAugust 3, 2013 at 4:15 AM

    "My story won't end with this broken heart and neither will yours." What a great encouragement. There are days when the ache is so bad that I cannot envision what is beyond the brokenness. I have seen my story continue past a broken heart many times, and yet the brokenness of the moment never seems to reach back to the lessons learned--especially the lesson of "this is not the end." There is more to the story. Good words.

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