I was at one of our Academy’s today giving chapel talks for different groups. I forget how much I love telling stories. Especially stories that have meant the world to me in the moments I have experienced. I love learning from my own experiences and applying them to my life in a way I can learn and grow.
After delivering the high school chapel, a student approached me.
“Do you remember me? A few years ago you came and spoke at my school. I came up to you and told you I wanted to be a pastor too. I have been following you ever since and I love seeing all that you do.”
I gave her a hug as I held back tears. I am not perfect. Nor will I be while living with sin on this earth. But I forget there are people watching. People in our corners where they see the things we do, and internalize our actions. I am reminded that I am not alone, and that God is continually using my stories and my struggles for His glory. There is no greater calling than that. Life hits hard. There are plenty of moments I want the world to stop. But there is another sunrise. Another place where His mercies are new every morning. There is always a reason to keep moving forward. To keep praying. To keep living.
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