For maybe a decade now I have been praying that God would give me the hard things.
I wanted Him to give me hard things,
so I could show Him how faithful and good I would be.
I wanted Him to know that no matter what I would praise Him.
Maybe this is something you pray too, and you’re saying, “Me too! Why is she even telling me this?!”, but I have consistently prayed this without realizing some very obvious things:
1. He has given me hard things.
2. I have absolutely praised Him and given Him glory for the beauty he’s restored from the ashes, but
3. I have quietly praised Him about the hard things.
Why would I keep quiet? Because I am private. Here I am with this blog writing about my life and I’m also telling you that I’m a private person…
but I am! I don’t want others to know tons of personal information about me
and I don’t want to ever give others a reason to talk about me or the things going on in my life.
But, I was asking God all these years to give me the hard things so I could glorify Him yet I wasn’t sharing the fruit of the hardships I was enduring. So here I am vowing to tell my story from the beginning, which began several years ago.
Maybe it’s something that is interesting to you. Maybe it’s just another life story that sounds just like every other testimony you’ve heard. But this is the story God has given me to tell.
It’s mine, rather it’s His to tell.
I can’t keep quiet anymore because I told Him I would give Him the glory during the hard things and part of that means sharing it.
Nine weeks ago I came across this beautiful quote:
I tell my story.
Not so that I get glory,
but so that others may know Hope.
It perfectly summarizes my feelings and my reasons for opening up.
Stay tuned. I will be sharing my story in parts.
If you decide to follow along, thank you and please feel free to pass along to others.