The Stories You Choose to Share

©AbigailBadu

Happy Black History Month! I'm so excited to share one of my favorite months with you guys! Oh my goodness, I realized that this will be the first February we'll be sharing together! How awesome is that (insert 🥂)!

So moving on 😂, I have been praying and asking God for what he would like me to speak with you guys about regarding Black History Month. Originally I was going to share some of my favorite quotes by those who embraced there blackness( urban dictionary that) but He's been speaking to with me about a quote that I have admired for some time. I believe that this month, this is what God wants us to ponder, understand, and live by.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

— Maya Angelou

As many people know, I'm a supporter and lover of all things Maya Angelou. I adore this beautiful woman that God blessed us with because of her tenacity, her grit, and her passion to love and respect others and herself. She was always a leader we didn't deserve.

The quote above is one of my favorite sayings from Ms. Angelou (gosh I'm so in awe of her that I just can't call her by her first name) because I have seen how these simple words have empowered people, including myself, to tell our story.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

How compelling are these words are and yet how true?

We all have experiences that have been knitted into the very essence of who we are. These pieces have influenced how we see the world, ourselves, and those around us. These knitted pieces of our lives have provoked us with our decision making in ways we sometimes weren't even aware of. Yet, these pieces of our lives are our story. And they are ours to tell.

©AbigailBadu

There is a sense of confidence that is developed when one chooses to take ownership for what has happened in their life. We must use those moments to make our quilt of life as beautiful as possible. But this quilt cannot be produced properly unless we allow ourselves to look dead on at what has happened, how it made us feel, what lessons were meant to be learned from them, and in what ways will we be using the lessons acquired by the experience.

Your story, my story, and our stories are meant to be shared. Do not be ashamed because you went through. No. That doesn't come from God. Instead, embrace that you survived when what you went through was meant to kill you (emotionally, psychologically, or/and physically). Tell your story (cue Hamilton soundtrack).

Our truths are meant to be our weapons for battle against all that we face in life. No person can dictate the importance of your story. Do not allow the fear of what others will think, say, or do influence the truth that God has placed within your soul.

I want to conclude with this:

See this website, see this blog? Well, it came to life because God wouldn't let me stay quiet. When I say that I have experienced quite some oppression since choosing to tell my truths, I mean it. I knew without a doubt that by taking the necessary time to articulate my emotions and perception of life with you guys, I would face some backlash. But those moments of oppression and persecution for telling my truths are nothing in comparison to the amount of love and support you have all been poured into me. I would do it all over again!

'For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved. “He who believes in Him is not condemned; but he who does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. And this is the condemnation, that the light has come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil. For everyone practicing evil hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his deeds should be exposed. But he who does the truth comes to the light, that his deeds may be clearly seen, that they have been done in God.”'

- John 3:17-21

I'm legit crying right now and I don't care because these tears are from how grateful I am for ever one of you guys. For someone so imperfect as myself, God has continued to take a chance on me and believe in the person he has created. You have all loved on me in ways I wished I could explain but this blog post is already as long as it needs to be.

©AbigailBadu

There is a price you'll pay to tell your story your way. But my dear, it is worth it! Your liberation and freedom are worth it all. There is a level of respect and love that you owe to yourself and it requires that you share the story that God has placed within you.

Lastly, let me share with you the very words on my favorite man in the Bible (aside from Jesus). Mind you, this man was instantly killed after he told his truth:

'Then the high priest said, “Are these things so?” And he said, “Brethren and fathers, listen: The God of glory appeared to our father Abraham when he was in Mesopotamia, before he dwelt in Haran, and said to him, ‘Get out of your country and from your relatives, and come to a land that I will show you.’ Then he came out of the land of the Chaldeans and dwelt in Haran. And from there, when his father was dead, He moved him to this land in which you now dwell. And God gave him no inheritance in it, not even enough to set his foot on. But even when Abraham had no child, He promised to give it to him for a possession, and to his descendants after him. But God spoke in this way: that his descendants would dwell in a foreign land, and that they would bring them into bondage and oppress them four hundred years. ‘And the nation to whom they will be in bondage I will judge,’ said God, ‘and after that they shall come out and serve Me in this place.’ Then He gave him the covenant of circumcision; and so Abraham begot Isaac and circumcised him on the eighth day; and Isaac begot Jacob, and Jacob begot the twelve patriarchs. “And the patriarchs, becoming envious, sold Joseph into Egypt. But God was with him and delivered him out of all his troubles, and gave him favor and wisdom in the presence of Pharaoh, king of Egypt; and he made him governor over Egypt and all his house. Now a famine and great trouble came over all the land of Egypt and Canaan, and our fathers found no sustenance. But when Jacob heard that there was grain in Egypt, he sent out our fathers first. And the second time Joseph was made known to his brothers, and Joseph’s family became known to the Pharaoh. Then Joseph sent and called his father Jacob and all his relatives to him, seventy-five people. So Jacob went down to Egypt; and he died, he and our fathers. And they were carried back to Shechem and laid in the tomb that Abraham bought for a sum of money from the sons of Hamor, the father of Shechem. “But when the time of the promise drew near which God had sworn to Abraham, the people grew and multiplied in Egypt till another king arose who did not know Joseph. This man dealt treacherously with our people, and oppressed our forefathers, making them expose their babies, so that they might not live. At this time Moses was born, and was well pleasing to God; and he was brought up in his father’s house for three months. But when he was set out, Pharaoh’s daughter took him away and brought him up as her own son. And Moses was learned in all the wisdom of the Egyptians, and was mighty in words and deeds. “Now when he was forty years old, it came into his heart to visit his brethren, the children of Israel. And seeing one of them suffer wrong, he defended and avenged him who was oppressed, and struck down the Egyptian. For he supposed that his brethren would have understood that God would deliver them by his hand, but they did not understand. And the next day he appeared to two of them as they were fighting, and tried to reconcile them, saying, ‘Men, you are brethren; why do you wrong one another?’ But he who did his neighbor wrong pushed him away, saying, ‘Who made you a ruler and a judge over us? Do you want to kill me as you did the Egyptian yesterday?’ Then, at this saying, Moses fled and became a dweller in the land of Midian, where he had two sons. “And when forty years had passed, an Angel of the Lord appeared to him in a flame of fire in a bush, in the wilderness of Mount Sinai. When Moses saw it, he marveled at the sight; and as he drew near to observe, the voice of the Lord came to him, saying, ‘I am the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.’ And Moses trembled and dared not look. ‘Then the Lord said to him, “Take your sandals off your feet, for the place where you stand is holy ground. I have surely seen the oppression of My people who are in Egypt; I have heard their groaning and have come down to deliver them. And now come, I will send you to Egypt.” ’ “This Moses whom they rejected, saying, ‘Who made you a ruler and a judge?’ is the one God sent to be a ruler and a deliverer by the hand of the Angel who appeared to him in the bush. He brought them out, after he had shown wonders and signs in the land of Egypt, and in the Red Sea, and in the wilderness forty years. “This is that Moses who said to the children of Israel, ‘The Lord your God will raise up for you a Prophet like me from your brethren. Him you shall hear.’ “This is he who was in the congregation in the wilderness with the Angel who spoke to him on Mount Sinai, and with our fathers, the one who received the living oracles to give to us, whom our fathers would not obey, but rejected. And in their hearts they turned back to Egypt, saying to Aaron, ‘Make us gods to go before us; as for this Moses who brought us out of the land of Egypt, we do not know what has become of him.’ And they made a calf in those days, offered sacrifices to the idol, and rejoiced in the works of their own hands. Then God turned and gave them up to worship the host of heaven, as it is written in the book of the Prophets: ‘Did you offer Me slaughtered animals and sacrifices during forty years in the wilderness, O house of Israel? You also took up the tabernacle of Moloch, And the star of your god Remphan, Images which you made to worship; And I will carry you away beyond Babylon.’ “Our fathers had the tabernacle of witness in the wilderness, as He appointed, instructing Moses to make it according to the pattern that he had seen, which our fathers, having received it in turn, also brought with Joshua into the land possessed by the Gentiles, whom God drove out before the face of our fathers until the days of David, who found favor before God and asked to find a dwelling for the God of Jacob. But Solomon built Him a house. “However, the Most High does not dwell in temples made with hands, as the prophet says: ‘Heaven is My throne, And earth is My footstool. What house will you build for Me? says the Lord, Or what is the place of My rest? Has My hand not made all these things?’ “ You stiff-necked and uncircumcised in heart and ears! You always resist the Holy Spirit; as your fathers did, so do you. Which of the prophets did your fathers not persecute? And they killed those who foretold the coming of the Just One, of whom you now have become the betrayers and murderers, who have received the law by the direction of angels and have not kept it. ” When they heard these things they were cut to the heart, and they gnashed at him with their teeth. But he, being full of the Holy Spirit, gazed into heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God, and said, “Look! I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God!” Then they cried out with a loud voice, stopped their ears, and ran at him with one accord; and they cast him out of the city and stoned him. And the witnesses laid down their clothes at the feet of a young man named Saul. And they stoned Stephen as he was calling on God and saying, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” Then he knelt down and cried out with a loud voice, “Lord, do not charge them with this sin.” And when he had said this, he fell asleep.'

- Acts 7:1-60

Until next time…

-🌿 Abigail