Good Sunday afternoon church-goers and non church-goers. A few months ago on a weekend vacation to my in-laws cabin in Hale, MI (yes, I mockingly joke in a southern accent that we’re all going to hell when I pass the Hale road sign), I was inspired by the Holy Spirit to write out my story from childhood until now and read it as if it’s someone I don’t know. I’m a work in progress like my story. Just like life’s journey, it’s challenging to relive the memories. Stay patient.
How often do we sympathize with others struggles and failures but condemn ourselves of our own? Why is it so easy to encourage others to keep fighting the good fight but even easier to give up on everything we’ve worked for in a short coming fall? I believe my story was written to first impact me so through me I could then impact the world. You have a story, too. May the transparency of my struggles and weaknesses empower you to share your story to a generation so desperate for love and truth.
3 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort,4 who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4
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