Own it! Tell it! Rejoice in it! Realize that no matter what has happened in your life, your lows, your disappointments, and your struggles can be the most compelling parts of your story. If I refuse to speak up, God will choose someone else who will, and I will miss the blessing. It could very well be that my mess could be the message that ushers in the miracle in someone else’s life. “But God,” I cried, “There are some things about my life I don’t want to tell.” And then I sensed Him saying, Would you rather people think well of you, or of Me?Īt that point, I had a decision to make, and I’ve never regretted the transparency He’s called me to. When I first felt God calling me to share with others how He had redeemed my past, I argued just a bit.
#Loving my jesus telling my story full
He knows that your willingness to place your story in God’s holy hands will lead to full redemption, where, in the words of Beth Moore, “the pain is treated and turned around so thoroughly that it not only loses its power to do you harm but also gains the power to do some good.” The devil will do everything he can to keep you silent.
As long as nobody knows, you’ll be accepted.īut here’s the truth: If you listen to the wrong voice, you will make the wrong choice. How you traded in your broken pieces for a beautiful masterpiece.ĭon’t do it, he whispers. How you traded in your feelings of condemnation and self-loathing for freedom and a new beginning. He doesn’t want you to tell how you traded in your anger and resentment for God’s grace and forgiveness. He wants you to keep it bottled up and hidden away in the back of the pantry where no one can find it. Your story matters.īut the devil doesn’t want you to tell your story of what God has done in your life. And a plant born of a seed will become a plant that bears more seeds. I didn’t know this verse then, but I know it now: “Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what he did for me” (Psalm 66:16 NLT).Įvery redemptive story, like a raw seed, cannot realize its potential until it is planted in the heart of another human being. Evans gave the altar call that night.Īnd so it began…me learning just how important stories are. There wasn’t much room left at the front of the sanctuary when Mr. I told them how Jesus was making me not so afraid anymore, and how I was praying for my parents to know Jesus too. I also told them about the woman who introduced me to Jesus and how I accepted Him as my Savior when I was fourteen. When my name was called, I walked up the stage steps, took a deep breath, and told all those staring eyes about how Jesus plucked me out of a home filled with alcohol abuse and violence. I’d never stood behind a podium, spoken into a mic, or stared at a sea of faces thinking I had something to say. We were going to give our testimonies at a Saturday night gathering of strangers. Evans, gathered up a few of us teenagers and drove us to a church just outside my hometown. I was 16 years old and about 100 pounds soaking wet. His love is strong and His grace is free/And the good news is I know that He/Can do for you what He’s done for me/Let me tell you ’bout my Jesus/And let my Jesus change your life, she sings triumphantly in the chorus.Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what he did for me (Psalm 66:16 NLT). But I knew at the end of the day that God was going to work it all together for good, and it was what got me through the loss.”ĭuring the conversation, the lyrics started pouring out, as Wilson sings about a burden that’s too heavy to carry, feelings of emptiness and longing for healing.
I really wanted to give up on my life and just wanted to go be with my brother. “You feel like you can’t even take your next breath, and that’s how I felt. “I think when you lose someone you love, it’s very helpless,” the Kentucky native describes. She started noticing that the journal entries were more like prayers, consistently referring to God as “my Jesus.” The writing process later found her in the room with her co-writers, fellow Christian singer Matthew West and Jeff Pardo, the three talking about loss and all the emotions that come with it. “That obviously kept me going and kept me from giving up…and that eventually led to us writing ‘My Jesus.’”Īfter her brother’s passing, Wilson found that she was journaling in a more “intentional way,” chronicling the specific details of the day and how she was feeling. “I remember in that moment I needed to do that and when I did that, I felt like this weight lifted off my shoulders, but I could breathe a little bit lighter and I felt like it’s going to be okay, I’m going to get through it, God has a plan for all of this,” she continues. Wilson remembers a particular moment when she turned around to face the doors of the room where her parents were talking with the police and surrendered herself to a higher power.
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