I wasn’t sure what to expect when I decided to share my story here at But The Greatest Of These Is Love. But I have been so graciously led by hand, baby steps, by beautiful women. CRHP sisters – an audience of love personified. Hugs, encouragement, smiles as I break down in their presence. Not my will, Father, but yours be done.
And then there are the ladies of grace words. Speaking my language – the written, not spoken. They share their hearts and their homes with a painfully shy girl from Florida. I am blessed by their words, their honesty, their grace-filled lives. I pray and pray, asking my Father to bring His daughters into my life. And oh how he answers. He knows this heart that knows words heal. He knows that words from afar, on a screen, are all this heart can handle some days. It is safe here, and in His safety I pray to grow.
Reading others’ words helped me take this step (leap?) of faith. I may never reach out to them, but I pray that they know the light that they shine in this world. I see Him daily because of their words, their stories. I want to be like them because they are like Him. And He is so good.
