Sitting in my office looking out the window at the cloudy day and listening to the sound of vehicles driving through the slick wet roads, I have so much joy because somehow God empowered me to tell my story. I don’t know about you, but at one point in time I felt like my story had no meaning, no weight, and more like “why would someone want to know about my struggles?” I felt this way because I don’t have a beautiful story to tell people.
My story is far from the church girl or the one who grew up in a Godly household. Even with all the aches from my story, I realize that my story matters. Even with getting held back in fourth grade and my step-father inappropriately touching me as a teen, my story matters. Even when the older guy preyed on me as a fifteen-year-old girl and used me for sex when I thought it was love. My story still matters. My story isn’t pretty, but somehow, with God, it’s beautiful. Somehow, with God, it's impactful.
You may think your story doesn’t matter, sis, but it really does, and your struggles and your pain can be light in the darkness for someone else.
You conquering the hardships will be a light for someone else to conquer their hardships.
Your faith to hold on even with all the baggage you carry in your heart, and emotions will be a reason another person keeps the faith.
I just want to encourage you today to tell your story. Don’t run from it and don’t underestimate it. Your story is powerful, your story is healing, and your story is meant to be shared with others.
I hope you see the many books and blogs I write as me sharing my story. I hope you see how God can take ashes and make something beautiful.
“To those who have sorrow…I will give them a crown of beauty instead of ashes”