I don’t know about you, but I’ve always had a procrastination problem. I have gotten a lot better, but I am seeing old habits becoming a problem even now with telling you guys the beginning of my voyage when I first embarked on my mission.
The first testimonies I had the privilege of hearing, came from France… and yet… it has been the hardest testimony to form in words. If you’re a writer or have ever been paralyzed by imposter syndrome and perfectionist tendencies at school or in your profession, you will understand.
It’s the feeling of wanting to make things so perfect that you put it off. That’s what I have been doing with writing up this particular testimony. I’ve tried walking around it. Dodging it. Writing then erasing because I want the words to match the experience, to capture all the feelings, the details, the emotions, the spirit.
I realize that I can’t capture all of these in words, so I might as well just put the testimony out there in the world even if my words fail. I’ll just tell you the story and let you find the answers and discernment with God.
There’s a lot of catching up to do since July: the front-end of the trip that I’ve been procrastinating on telling you guys. If I don’t start sharing this testimony now, I will end up putting it off another day, another month, another year…
For this next week, I will write each day on here. If you’re looking for a testimony – a story about miracles and faith – I encourage you to read what will be shared every day. Our world is filled with distractors and overload of content… I hope that if you decide to take a few minutes to read this testimony out of your busy day, you will find value in it. Treat it like a devotional of sorts – or just some words of encouragement – when you need a respite from the world.
I’m going to forget about my perfectionist tendencies for a moment, and just share even if I have trouble with the descriptions.
Thank you for reading.
With love, abracinhos + bisous,
I am so blessed and I only have God to thank for it. Today, my host family picked me up, their kindness ever-present and genuine even when my bus was extremely late. They waited an hour while my bus was on the road toward Strasbourg.
I was not sure what to expect. At first, I thought my host family would be lukewarm or live up to the stereotypes of the frigidity of the French.
I was wrong. In my eyes, they radiated with a Godly humility as the family showered me with hugs and a kiss on each cheek. We entered their car and I could see the colors of the sunset woven with the clouds as we passed Strasbourg into their village.
Upon arriving at the house and exiting their car, I stood in awe. In my mind, I thought:
How much God blesses even when I have fallen short.
Even now, I think of all the times I take God for granted… how many times I compare myself to others, when in reality, it goes without saying:
God loves us and the only approval we need is His approval.
As I write this, I want to document every detail.
There is a reason why I am here.
In my heart, I know that this is His message. He wants me to listen to His people. He wants me to document the stories of ordinary people living extraordinary lives.
He wants me to do this for His glory so that people will see who He really is.