This weekend, I went to my first ladies’ retreat at our new church and was surrounded by stories. It wasn’t just that I brought a big, fat mystery to snack on between sessions. It wasn’t just the hotel art I insisted on interpreting to the air. And it wasn’t just that when I couldn’t sleep my brain stormed up some new scenes.
No, there were people. So many of them, and there was a general atmosphere where each woman felt comfortable sharing her story. Some stories were shared from up front with all of us, others slowly emerged through conversation.
I cried with my sisters over health scares, abuse, deaths of loved ones, addictions, trials, and financial difficulties. I laughed with them over their quirky stories and bright moments of joy. And I cried and smiled and praised the Lord over their stories of how He has changed their lives and is continuing to work miracles in them.
I was so encouraged by all of these women and their testimonies. I was encouraged that I’m not the only person with ick in this world and that Christ is big enough to heal ANYTHING I give to Him. It reminded me a lot of the verse in Hebrews 12:1-2, “Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, 2 looking unto Jesus, the [a]author and [b]finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”
The best story you can share is your own. Tell who you are/were, what Christ has done, and who you are now in Him. ❤ And I’ll be listening.