Getting up and sharing my story seems really hard. There is fear of judgement and ridicule. Fear of not being believed or laughed at.
Fear that suddenly people will change their mind of how they see me. And well maybe they do.
In my story, there are things that we just don’t talk about. We don’t say out loud.
But you see, it’s not just my story. It’s God’s story.
No hurt is ever wasted. And while bad things happen to me and I did things that I am not proud of but God was there to help pick up the pieces and hold them, while I began, with Him, to put myself back together.
I did not do this alone. I had the right person, at the right time encourage me to go to Celebrate Recovery (CR).
The right people were at Celebrate Recovery. In fact, 5 years of the right people walking along side each other in this journey of finding healing, love and acceptance from life’s hurts habits and hangups.
I have found peace in sharing my God story.
I get to share my God’s story of this little girl who was hurt by no fault of her own. How this little girl who struggled to learn to read and He gave her the gift of writing to encourage others on their journey to serenity.
And to be able to stand up at a CR meeting and share God’s story of love, hope and healing from life’s hurts habits and hang-ups.
God’s story of how addiction adversely impacted one life and that we can break the chains of generational cycles of addiction.
God’s story that everyone can find love and acceptance in a Christ centered 12 step program called Celebrate Recovery.
God’s story of how you can find joy in trials. God’s story of unraveling one’s self from codependency and learning to cope with life in a new way.
And only with God, was I able to turn my mess into a message, a test into a testimony, a trial into a triumph and a victim into a victory.
So getting up and sharing my God story gives me peace.
My journey continues…