Ever since being accepted to go on the World Race last Thursday, I have been struggling with starting my blog. The first step is to write an “about me” post, and honestly… I did not know what to say or where to even start. How do I summarize 22 years into a blog post? How would I put into words everything I had been through, the loss I have experienced and the countless mistakes I’ve made without writing a novel? How would I take a broken, messy, shame-filled life and describe the way my life has been changed completely?
And then it hit me… it’s not about me, it’s about Him. It’s about my Heavenly Father who despite my countless transgressions, constant failures and selfish ways grabbed ahold of my heart and set me free. My testimony and who I am is defined by the undeserving grace of a perfect God who reached me in the darkest, most broken time in my life and rescued me from the hell I had put myself in. I had spent years running from God and to the ways of this destructive world, but He spent those same years constantly pursuing me, never leaving my side, and waiting with outstretched arms for His daughter to finally come home. Sometimes, I wonder what my life would be like if I had just come running back to Him sooner, but then I remember that God’s will and plan for my life is sovereign and far greater than anything I can ever imagine. I know that He used those years of desperation, longing and searching for my worth to mold me into the person that I am today.
My testimony is not about me. My story is not my own. They belong to my Creator, my Perfect Savior and the reason that I am here today being obedient to the calling He has placed on my heart through the World Race. This is not my story, it’s His story of redemption, forgiveness and incredible mercy that He has offered me so freely.
Katarina’s Story from Athens Church on Vimeo.
