TO TELL YOU MY STORY IS TO TELL OF HIM



I don’t know about you, but I am an avid reader. I love to lose myself in stories of love, fantasy, and fiction. However I recently have been getting into murder mysteries. Ever since I was little I’ve loved to solve riddles and puzzles so you can find me working right alongside the detective, trying to figure out what’s going on. The best part about stories, is that you can travel to so many different places, times, and really connect with the narrator as they go through the struggles of life. No, this post is not going to be about the countless books I’ve read, because the list would be too long ;)


About two months ago, my mom and I went to a women’s conference held at our church about telling stories. I, the story-lover, was very excited to go. When we arrived, I became a little nervous because I was the only girl still going to highschool. Nevertheless, we sat down at one of the tables and began talking to the different people. All these women had so many different stories and experiences to share and it was really cool to hear about. After eating dinner, a variety of speakers came onto the stage, all different ages and races. They began to tell us about their different struggles of life, how they felt, and how they found their faith and pushed through. I was amazed by these ladies. The things they went through seemed so extreme yet they somehow managed to stay strong in their faith and life. They told us that each person has a story, and to tell our story is to tell of Him.


The next few days I began to think about what my story was. I’m still young and my story is still writing itself, but I wanted to share it with the world. No matter how boring or uneventful you may think your life is, to someone else, it is a story worth sharing. Telling our stories can help others going through similar struggles, although no two stories are alike.


Mine begins around second grade. I grew up in a christian family and we attended church every Sunday but I was easily bored and just went through the motions. I didn’t have a relationship with Christ nor did I talk to him. One morning after having a sleepover, I went to my friends church. I walked in with the expectation of it being like mine but I was blown away. The youth pastor there was so connecting and engaging. His one sermon related so much to my life that it seemed that it was meant for me. I talked to my parents about it and they agreed to try out the church too. After a few visits we became normal attendants there. Instead of sitting in church completely zoning out, I was completely enthralled. His words pierced my soul and spoke to me. My pastor even got me my first bible, and I found myself looking forward to church instead of dreading it. I could feel myself changing slowly as I began to pray and talk to God, question my actions, and read my bible.


Like all stories, there are tough times too. In fifth grade I was sent home from school after throwing up continuously. When the pain in my side began to increase, my parents finally took me to the hospital. I wrote a more in depth blog post about the hospital part, so I won’t go into too much detail. I found myself lying there in the hospital bed, freaking out. My appendix was about to burst and if it did my chances of surviving were cut drastically. I called out to God, and he responded. Through him he sent one of the hospital volunteers, who calmed me and stayed during the entire surgery at my side. She wasn’t the only one. God was there too, protecting me and watching over me.After that day I decided that I wanted to make my choice official. I chose Christ and will continue to for as long as I live. I got baptized in sixth grade and it is the best choice that I’ve made.


My story is not over. There will be lots of trials headed my way, mountains and valleys that I will pass through. Right now, I am in a good spot but I never know what His plan has in store for me. No one can predict what might happen, but we can control how we handle it. Bumpy roads only make us stronger and grow us closer to God.


Now it’s your turn. I want you to think about your story, no matter how small it might seem. Your story is unique and special to you, just like His plan. Sharing your story is a great way to spread the word of Christ and inspire those who may be going through the same things. Feel free to email, dm, or comment your story! I would love to hear them!

Remember: Live Simply, Laugh Often, Love Deeply.




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