If you’ve been following this blog since the beginning, I want to thank you.
Also, if you’ve been following this blog since the beginning, you know how I’ve been on a wild journey of transformation, sharing bravely and courageously–by the power of the Holy Spirit, in purpose.
But there is a lot I haven’t shared here, truly, out of shame and uncertainty.
Visions and memories–revelations–meant to strengthen and teach, to humble me. Some painful to see, many gut wrenching.
Loud cries from a broken heart signify healing, though they seem–in the moment, and from a darker perspective–like cries of despair.
God, the “Master Potter,” broke. me. down.
But He did it to edify me, to build me back up, and restore me.
He did it to reveal His faithfulness.
God humbled me to heal my heart and make me whole.
I know it sounds ridiculous. Trust me, I know.
But He does it so we can fulfill a meaningful call on our life to be the helper He created us to be.
Next week: Heeding a High Call
