Raíces: Rooted in Faith, Familia, and Friendship

Has someone ever said to you that they were struggling for their voice to be heard? Have you ever felt that yourself?

Most of my life, I have felt this way throughout my many stages. I was the third child of four. I was a naive teenager. I became a mom and wife. I work full-time. I volunteer. I do many things and have often felt that I could not be heard in the cacophony of life.

I only recently started to realize that I am heard in many ways. Sometimes I get humbling feedback from someone that says I said or did something that helped them. How kind when someone thinks to share your impact. As my children have blossomed into young adults, I see myself in their decisions and sense of humor. Huh, so I was heard there after all. Throughout my marriage and friendships, I see that my word carries weight in the ones I love just like their words help shape me. It’s evident in their look, in their treatment of me and in the authenticity with which we share our hearts.

Still, if those things I just listed had never happened in my life, I would still be heard by a great God who made me and loves me. I can yell and cry in desperation or I can barely whisper in agony. I can sit in desolation with no words left to speak. Each of those times, He is truly hearing me. And if that wasn’t enough, all of those times, He is also responding to me.

I hesitated to start this blog. Does what I have to say matter outside my little world? There are so many qualified voices saying so many things. What would I contribute?

In honor of the God who hears and responds, I realized there is always room for one more. If you read nothing else on this page, know that someone needs to know your story. Whether you get to tell it from a large platform or whisper it into one solitary ear. Your story doesn’t have to be edited, tailored, researched, verified, or packaged. It merely has to be shared.