Dear God,
I’m not even sure where to start. I sense that you want me to share my story. I don’t even know where to begin.
I find no coincidence that my daily devotion this past week was about “scarcity” and believing that my story is not needed to be heard because it’ll just be another one on a shelf/website somewhere. Then I just happen to comment on another blog, sharing just a fraction of my experience. I’m sure you were not shocked to see Susie’s reply to mine.
I was.
Especially when she wrote how she felt so connected to my story and was glad there were other people she could relate to. My story didn’t make her feel so alone.
Alone.
That’s how I feel a lot lately. I sit here wondering why you have allowed to happen what has happened. I feel a lot like Job. I have not experienced what he did to that extent, but I’m sure he felt alone. He lost everything he loved. I have not lost everything, but it’s sure feels like it at times.
God, will you please guide me. Show me where you want me to go. Help me know what to write or speak to give others hope. I want my pain to bring glory to You. Lead me down this path. I’m no writer or speaker. I’m reminded that You don’t call the equipped, You equip the called.
I’m willing.
I have nothing left. It’s all yours.
Here is my committment to start.
Today.
Thankful for your love, today and forever,
Your Beloved
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