My Testimony

I don’t have a polished testimony. Mine still has dirt under its nails, tear stains on its pages, and prayers that never made it past a whisper.

There are parts I don’t know how to tell. Chapters I didn’t think I’d survive. Memories that still catch in my throat when I speak them aloud.

But here’s what I’ve come to know deep in my bones…

God never asked me to be shiny. He never waited for perfect. He asked me to be real.

And in the raw, in the wreckage, in the moments I thought I was too far gone, He stayed.

He saw what no one else did. The fight it took just to keep breathing. The strength it took to show up anyway. The silent prayers I cried when the world thought I was fine.

So no, I don’t have a tidy before and after.

But I have a testimony that’s still being written. One that’s honest, unfiltered, and laced with grace. And that, lovely, is holy ground.

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