(Pull free for 10 days!)
When I wrote the trichotillomania post, I had no idea of what to expect. I thought I was just telling another aspect of my story. Truthfully, I was a little embarrassed but I’ve learned that being vulnerable with our struggles is one way we can connect with each other and eventually grow in a deeper relationship with the Lord. As long as our sharing comes out of a place of sincerity and we always try to bring it back to a place of hope, we can just trust that the Lord will use it to speak to who it’s supposed to reach.
Even if it’s supposed to reach only one person. That one person means so much God that he’ll use your story to minister to them. And he cares enough about you to use someone’s story to touch your heart.
Twice this past week I’ve found myself encouraging people to tell their stories. They asked the questions, “Why would anyone want to read or listen to what I have to say?” I put my hand on my hip in the most polite way possible, and started every sentence with “Giiiiirrrrl!” Their question made me get all sassy-sweet.
Why would anyone want to hear what you have to say?
Because you are a living, breathing, God-made person with a story.
Your life has a purpose because your life is a story.
And God uses our stories to change lives.
He uses it all. The good. The bad. The brokenness. The triumphs. The heart ache. The celebrations. The droughts. The harvests.
Every single peak and valley in the story arch of our lives is supernaturally designed to show at least one person Jesus. (Tweet that here)
This is something I have witnessed first-hand in telling my own stories. He’s turned our rough waiting into a ministry and a calling. He’s turned my OCD into helping others not feel alone. God is no respecter of persons; He’ll do the same for you. Be brave and share your story.
So go ahead, tell me your story.
(Art print by me. Lyrics by Johnny Swim)