I'm starting to share my story tomorrow. After almost a year since it began unfolding, I think I should feel more ready than I do. But I'm not sure I'll ever feel ready. How do I sum up the deepest pain, grief, and loss of my life in mere syllables?
But I will try.
I can't wait until I can look back on all of this and see mostly glory. Right now, it's still mostly grit.
But I can honestly say (finally) that I know He is glorified in my grit. Which astounds me. And humbles me.
And makes me feel as ready as I'll ever be to share my story.
Because I know it's really His story.