Today's five-minute writing prompt appears courtesy of Five Minute Friday.
Do you want to hear my story? Forgive me if I'm skeptical.
Because when I shared about how difficult it was to be a parent, you told me "oh, you think you have it bad now, wait until they're teenagers". (By the way, my teenagers have turned out wonderfully, thank you very much.)
Because when I shared about how what you said to me hurt, you told me that I shouldn't be bothered by little stuff. So not only was I still hurting, it was now my own fault for hurting so much.
Because when I shared about the things that trouble me about this fallen world, you told me that I was being divisive and walked away.
Because when I shared about the good things going on in my life, you told me I was bragging.
Because when I shared about the bad things going on in my life, you told me I was too negative.
When I was a new college student, a friend of mine walked into the room and said "How are you doing?". When I replied "fine" without thinking, she stopped and stared me in the face and said "Really? Why?". She wanted to hear my story.
Do you want to hear my story?
But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
You imagine me to be
Or would your eyes be opened
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay?
---John Mark Hall / Nichole Nordeman, Stained Glass Masquerade