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There are a thousand ways we try to make our lives mean something. Through achievement, approval, progress, performance.
We ache to know that our time here means something but the surest, most true, and easiest way to do that will always be to declare what we know about our Heavenly Father.
How good is He?
How has He showed up for you when you’ve failed, forgotten His kindness, forsaken His truth, or tried to force your own agenda?
How has His strength met you when your flesh has tapped out?
How has He lovingly refined you and revealed His heart to you?
Where has He provided when you doubted?
What people has He graciously given you so that you would know you’re never alone? That you’re worthy?
How has His armor deflected the lies of the enemy?
How has prayer been your saving grace?
The very things the enemy designed for your demise became the soil of your strength—what was meant to break you became your battle cry. Your boldness in who HE is being clarified in the fire—it is always true.
Because no one can argue with your story. No one can take away the places where He met you at your lowest, held you when the world felt hard and hurtful, or how He has restored you to Himself, no matter how far you’ve run.
We don’t have to tear down anyone to present truth—doing so often becomes a barrier, not a bridge. The truth cuts on its own—but always in the way of LOVE.
We get to be conduits who speak to WHO He is through our wreckage and how His Word has saved our lives.
When we say, “God has been good to me,” we’re not saying life is perfect. We’re saying that in the storm, we found shelter. In the valley, we weren’t abandoned. In the waiting, we weren’t forgotten. And that truth—spoken over our lives—becomes strength not only for us, but for the people listening who are desperate to believe it could be true for them, too.
So let today be marked by your testimony, even in its simplest form. This is how His goodness travels—person to person, heart to heart, until the world feels a little less dark. Until we become a chorus singing, “He hasn’t left the room.”
That is revival…a million voices daring to speak…it seems quiet until it’s LOUD 🤍
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