Curious and Curioser

For over a year now, God has been prompting me to tell my story.  I have by and large ignored Him.  But, He consistently reminds me that my story needs to be told.  Sometime last year (I think, I've totally lost track of time since being pregnant with Miles!) our church did a cardboard sign testimony.  People were to write out their testimonies and silently walk the stage, hold them up, flip them over if they used both sides, and then exit.  I thought the idea was really neat and wanted to join in.  For days I wracked my brain on what to put on my sign.  I never came up with anything and didn't participate.  As I watched the testimonies walk the stage I felt a twinge of something I couldn't put my finger on.  I think that is when the Spirit started prompting me to tell my story.

I resumed blogging as a way to tell my story, but parred back because I felt I couldn't keep it up.  Yesterday, I was invited to give my 'mama testimony' for MOPS' final meeting of the year.  I was humbled and shocked to hear that I had been on both of the coordinators hearts.  In fact it kind of stupefied me into silence (I know, pretty big huh) which the caller had interpreted as indecisiveness.  She said I could make my decision later and get back to her if I needed time to think about it.  I responded that we are always supposed to be ready to give our testimonies and that I would do it.  Even though it means getting up in front of my peers and speaking for 20-25 minutes.  I quipped that it is a good thing I've got 9+ years of mothering archives to rely on to talk for that long!

Prior to and since that phone call, I've been reflecting a lot on why God keeps calling me forth to share my story.  It's not very exciting, in fact it's really down to earth. The super condensed version is that I grew up in the church, decided to give my life to Christ at the age of 14, and have faithfully walked with Him since.  I obviously am not a mind reader by any stretch of the imagination, but I am wondering if perhaps God wants to use my ordinary story to inspire others like myself to keep on keeping on, to walk near Him, and fight the good fight, etc.  At any rate, I could use prayers to know exactly what God wants me to say at that meeting at the end of April!