I knew from the time I was a teen, I didn’t fit. I was loud. I laughed too much. I was too messy. I was not cool. My flaws were glaring and clear.
I tried though. Oh my, did I try. I fell in love. I trusted. I gave him my heart, and in turn he shattered it. (Thanks, man.)
I was drawn to the tomboy side of life. I needed speed, I needed music, I loved cars and trucks.
And about 2 months after the breakup with the one I loved and adored, I bought my favorite car.
I had my dream car, a job I loved, and life was relatively good. I mean sure, I was recovering from the emotional fall out of a sexual assault, I was struggling because I invested all that I was in a boyfriend who had started dating someone new.
And sure, you tell yourself that maybe he cheated or maybe his feelings weren’t real … but it doesn’t diminish what YOU felt.
But I started to meet people. I opened my eyes. I made new friends. I stopped judging. I started listening. And I realized something, there were folks who liked me for me.
And then I met my husband. He didn’t use any of my past against me. Didn’t bother him. He says he knew from the moment he saw me that I was meant for him. He made me feel safe. Still does.
And soon after being married, I quit wearing my covering.
And felt peace.
I wore jeans.
I felt peace. AND there was no loud voice of judgement or lightening bolt from Heaven.
I found me. Part of me. And then I lost her. I got lost in a world of living to please, depression, frustration, and alcohol and wrong friends.
And then we were invited to church.
And from day 1, we were loved.
We are now 4, 5 years in ? And there’s been nothing but sunshine and roses. Juat kidding. Real live humans go to my church. So we have real, live sin. We also have a real, live Savior. And grace and forgiveness.
One of the first pastors I met, I asked him what he’d do, as preacher, if a young child was assaulted by a member of church. With no hesitation, he responded: “we would call the proper authorities and care for the child.” I think he mentioned caring for the one who assaulted but I don’t remember.
(I was flabbergasted that it would be handled “right”.)
It has been a long, pain filled road to where I am today.
I have been bullied, even as an adult. I have made mistakes. I have struggled. And often I have wondered what on earth God was thinking when He chose to make me.
But on Sunday, at I listened to the sermon, I heard why.
I’m here to share.
I didn’t find myself, my title is misleading.
I was found. I was made free. I was forgiven. My sins, and the sins done to me, HE HAS REDEEMED.
I am here to share.
I am here to say His strength is why I’m here. His divine intervention is why I’m here.
He is why I am here. I attend church, I worship. Not because I must. Not because “what will people think if I don’t?”
I do it because though all the pain, through all the cruelty, through all the human failures .. He has shown Himself to me.
A still small voice. A well-timed card, text, song.
The God who created the universe has shown His love to me. For me.
My flaws are loud and evident. Bigger than what I can hide or stuff under a facade.
I have a long way to go, but I’m getting there.
I posted a blog last week, and I took it down. I posted it too hastily. It wasn’t complete.
In all I write and share, especially here, I want Him to be seen.