I quit writing my own story a long time ago. It was very boring. Predictable.
Over stated and under-truth. It
was really dead. I let God start writing
my story without even realizing it. He
showed me where I made up the part of the story that made me sound
credible. The truth is. Nothing I ever did ended up in victory.
When I gave my story to God to write he put a spin on
it. He gave me a whole lot of real,
hard-truths about who I had become. The
truth is I wasn’t victorious at anything.
Nothing. I learned during this
molding process that the only part of my life where I really succeeded in was
the things that mattered most to God.
The eternal stuff. The big
stuff. My purpose in this life.
My purpose was to be xyz.
I wanted to be this or that.
Turns out. Everything I wanted
for myself went to hell in a hand-basket.
Through hell God brought me healing.
Healing in areas I had no idea I wasn’t healed in. I was suffering. I was hiding and I was not victorious. My victory in His eyes moved mountains. Those victories are worth hell-bent
healing.
Beautifully said! And I just love your bio!! Amen! XO <3 Such a blessing I came across you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Martha. I felt God calling me to write a book this summer and I knew I needed to start somewhere! Thank you for following!
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