I remember the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach as I felt the draw to be vulnerable. I felt God say, be a witness on the journey because your testimony is in your journey.
I shuddered at the idea of being vulnerable, transparent, and raw as I shared the broken pieces of my life that God was delicately putting together. Piece by piece.
I wanted to wait until it was together before I shared. He said no, share now, as you trust me.
I sat across the table from her. Took a deep breath and trusted Jesus. I shared pieces of my heartbroken grief-stricken messy life that God had given me peace in spite of, hope where there frankly was none, and joy for sorrow.
She cried. Tears flowed quietly down her face. She shared that my blogs had spoken to the deepest part of her broken heart because she felt like they were just for her as she related to them. She shared that now, in that moment, they spoke even greater to her because she knew I wrote them on the same journey as her. We prayed. We hugged. We became sisters. Sisters in Christ.
Friend, be a witness. Share from a vulnerable place. The hope Jesus has given you when desperation consumed you. The comfort of your aching heart when emotions are a out of reach because the void is bigger than life. His joy that replaces sorrow. Peace that passes all understanding. Share Jesus.
We can share with a transparency that glorifies God in spite of our broken journey. People around you are broken. They hurt, they ache, they feel hopeless and they need Jesus. If you hide your broken they think they cannot measure up to your perfection.
Be. Vulnerable. Be. A. Witness.
