I have learned that Jesus is there to help us, of course, but he also uses the people around us. I’m changed because of my trusted friend who was able to love me, speak truth to me, and hold me accountable when I couldn’t do that for myself. And I’m so thankful for that.
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I am a new creation because of God, and because of his servants who loved me through it all. I am forever grateful that God calls the most unequipped and loves on the unlovable. I am grateful for his everlasting love and grace that has been extended toward me.
Jesus gave me a space that was safe, whether I needed to worship or curse or laugh or cry out. He brought me into a place and restored my broken identity and my warped perceptions of him. In the quiet that tried to drown me, Jesus saved me.
The Lord has truly taught me that just because you are broken doesn’t mean that you are beyond repair. The Lord is great at turning broken pieces into a masterpiece for His glory.
Faith is still a hard and undeserved journey. I still wander through seasons of struggle and weep over the grace of the lessons learned therein. But oh, how thankful I am to worship the God of the mountains and seas. The One who finds us in showers and strangers’ homes in Seattle. The One whose mercy never fails.
My story is still being unveiled, moment by moment, but it’s been a journey from a state of complete brokenness to becoming whole.
My story is one of great redemption, great loss, and hope of a great future. It’s a messy story, full of brokenness yet still laced in the Fathers deep, deep love for me.
It’s amazing how you can spot God everywhere when you’re on the lookout for him.
I’m still learning to believe that God is enough. That I am enough. And that my identity isn’t found in what I have or haven’t done, but in who He says that I am. I am grateful for true freedom, true forgiveness that keeps no record of wrong, and for a love that never stops pursuing me.
God made me a gypsy soul. I was never meant to be captured by a man, led on, and abused, NONE of us are meant for that. And though I still don't understand why I had to suffer through such abuse, I have found healing in Him. I know He carries me, loves me, and encourages me to speak my truth through music and raw testimony. He hides me in the shelter of His wings, in the comfort of His grace, and I will never take that for granted.
We are WARRIORS and with God, we will always make it through the hurt.
God is no longer this far off guy who’s mad at me, but someone who loves and cares for me. I lean on him daily and trust that he is leading me.
Despite my shame and the lies that had made my mind their home, God, in His gentleness, was convicting me day in and day out. While I wanted to fix myself, for myself, by myself, God wanted my surrender. God wanted to give me His grace. But I wanted the credit and glory for my healing.
I believe many of us can find a speck of light in our lives if we look hard enough. This doesn’t make the depression, the anxiety, the fear, or the darkness go away automatically but eventually it causes you to see your battle with an entirely different perspective.