Because yesterday I had the opportunity to share my story with a room full of strangers.
I only had a minute or two, so it was the condensed version.
I watched the room. I watched them lean forward in their seats.
Eagerly they held onto every word as it fell from my mouth, eloquently. Genuinely. I didn’t stutter. I didn’t get nervous. That was Him, y’all.
Man, it really was a good story.
Abusive marriage. Infidelity. Husband walks out on our wedding anniversary. Now identifies as single mom. Moves back home to live on parents’ couch for 4 months until she gets a place of her own and starts creating a better life for her and her kids.
Oh, and she lost 75lbs. (People love that part. )
When I was finished I realized I didn’t share that story for the room full of strangers. I shared it so I could hear it. So I could remember.
I have felt so defeated lately.
And He knew I needed to hear this. He knew I needed to remember everything We’ve already overcome. He knew that I needed to give myself the grace that I would give anyone else in my shoes.
My life hasn’t been easy. I could go on and on about how unfair it all is, but then I hear my story and I remember Phillipians 1:30 “For it has been granted to you on Christ’s behalf not only to believe in him, but also to suffer for him.”
This stuff isn’t pointless. I didn’t go through what I went through just because. This is redemption. This is forgiveness. This is grace. This is mercy. This is love.
This is OUR story.
And people would tell you that I’m not qualified to talk about these things. There are people who will only see my words as grammatical errors and mistakes. There are people who will tell you I’m not good enough or I’m not mature enough.
But I believe that’s exactly what makes this story so good. Because what you see isn’t me. It’s only ever been Him.