This blog makes me nervous.
The post about my testimony makes me really nervous…
Sometimes I wonder who knows a part of me that is (and may always be) tender.
My little heart shakes at the thought of it.
Me, My, I
How many times do I repeat those words? I become so selfish and protective over things that aren’t even my mine anymore. My story doesn’t belong to me, it belongs to Jesus.
I don’t have to live in the shadow of my past anymore because of what he did on the cross.
So why do I still feel anxious about sharing?
What will my church friends think? What if someone tries to use it against me? What if I regret it in the future?
So many questions - but only one matters.
Does this point back to Jesus?
Absolutely.
And for that reason, I’ll press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Jesus Christ.
XOXO,
Clark
