Faith isn’t meant to be kept quiet
Sharing your faith doesn’t require a stage, a microphone, or perfect words. It simply takes a willing heart. God uses ordinary conversations, quiet moments, and imperfect stories to open the door to someone else’s healing.
Fear tells you to stay silent. Shame tells your story isn’t worth sharing. Insecurity tells you someone else could say it better.
But God whispers, “Just tell them what I’ve done.”
For five years, I wrote pieces of my story in quiet moments – late nights, early mornings, car rides, breaks at work. I didn’t know if they would ever become anything. Honestly, I didn’t think anyone would care. I thought maybe it’s just journaling for my own healing.
And deep down, I was scared.
Scared that if people read my story, they’d see the messy parts. Scared that someone would say, “Oh… she’s not who I thought she was.” Scared my experiences would sound too small… or too dramatic… or too common.
While I was writing and healing privately, something unexpected started happening, people I didn’t even know would start talking to me – everywhere.
- In stores
- At events
- In parking lots
- At work
- Online
- On random days when I wasn’t feeling spiritual at all
People opened up to me like they had been waiting for permission to breathe.
Complete strangers – telling me their heartbreak, their struggles, their addictions, their fears, their loneliness, their trauma. I didn’t ask. They just… started talking.
And I realized something:
People aren’t drawn to perfection – they’re drawn to presence. People aren’t looking for experts – they’re looking for someone who understands.
At first, I felt insecure. I worried someone might think I was pretending to know everything just because I could relate to so many situations. But then God began whispering to my heart:
“You’re not relating because you’re wise… you’re relating because you’ve lived it. I didn’t let those seasons break you – I let them prepare you.”
It hit me:
My story wasn’t for embarrassment. It wasn’t for pity. It wasn’t for shame.
It was preparation. Preparation to help someone else feel less alone. Preparation to recognize brokenness in another person’s eyes before they ever say a word. Preparation to carry hope into conversations that didn’t look “spiritual,” but absolutely were.
God wasn’t just healing me. He was making me a safe place for others.
And the moment I realized that… I gathered all those writings, all those tears, all those prayers… and the pieces became a book.
My book wasn’t born from confidence – it was born from obedience.
And if God can use my story, my voice, my wounds, and my journey… He can absolutely use yours.
You don’t have to be perfect to be impactful. You just have to be willing.
People don’t need a sermon – they need a story. They need someone brave enough to say, “Me too.” They need someone who has walked through darkness and lived to tell the truth about God’s light.
Your story may feel ordinary to you… but it could be the lifeline someone else has been praying for.
And sometimes, the person who needs your story most is the one who looks the most “put together.”
Your healing can heal someone else. Your vulnerability can free someone else. Your obedience can answer someone else’s prayer.
If you’re seeking more encouragement today, you may find comfort in our Devotions or be strengthened by our Verse of The Day or Prayers, offering Scripture to carry with you throughout the day.
