Monday is my birthday.
36 years on the earth and 12+ years of living freely, without being shackled to pain or tied down to a past I believed defined who I was and dictated my abilities.
Every year, the closer I get to another birthday, the more surprised I am to be here.
The more thankful I am to have been loved by people following a call to serve.
The people who didn’t know me, who chose to meet me right in the middle of my mountains. Who held my hand. Who didn’t leave my side while I sorted and cried and fought like hell to see daylight.
To those who taught me about the character of Jesus, who pointed me to the Bible.
The more I reflect, the more I realize that our calling has little to do with us and our talents and gifts.
The more it becomes clear that our stories matter, but not as much as what God can and will do to your story and within your life and your heart and your family.
The more I realize I didn’t do anything to deserve another chance.
So I will keep speaking my truth.
Childhood Trauma thought it had me–
Wrong.
We were given this life to live free, abundant, abandoned lives-for other people.
To show them where the Hope is.
xxxx-Britt.