Tonight, I sat around a table with
six new teammates.
six new people.
six new friends.
six new sisters.
We ate dinner together, talked about our day of teaching, laughed about the past, and shared our hearts with each other.
Tonight, I told six beautiful women the most intimate details of my life. I shared with them
my family.
my past.
my failures.
my successes.
my walk with God.
I have had the opportunity to share my testimony with two other teams so far and tonight while sharing my story something was different.
My story was the same but my perspective was different.
Tonight I wasn’t coming from
a place of hurt.
a place of selfishness.
a place of guilt.
a place of shame.
a place of anger.
a place of fear.
Tonight the story I told wasn’t about me.
The story I told was about Jesus.
It was about everything He has done in my life. the trials that He walked me through.
the strength that He equipped me with.
the grace that I was given.
the doors that He opened.
the doors that He closed.
the healing that He has done in my heart.
the love that He pours over me day in and day out.
My testimony is not about me, it’s about Him.
Over the last six months the Lord has spoke truth into lies that I have always believed, He has reassured me of my value and self worth in Him, He has healed my heart from past hurts, and He has reminded me of His sovereignty.
This life we live is not about us, it’s about Him.