It Takes A Village

This month, I am sharing my personal experience in sharing a message (sermon) at church on Wednesday, March 30, 2022.

I’ve given a message before, but it has always been my personal story and how I went from a prodigal daughter to a Warrior for Christ.  When Pastor asked me to prepare for a message, I was a little stumped.  I didn’t really know how to find the right message.  I prayed that God would guide me and give me the right message.  All last week this was what kept tugging at my heart.  And all week long, I kept hearing things all around me that just kept pointing to this message, giving me confirmation that this was what God wanted me to share.  Then the night that I began compiling my notes and making my slides, I was severely attacked by the enemy, literally stopping in my tracks and literally feeling so inadequate and so unworthy to share this message this evening.  But that’s exactly what the enemy was trying to do – and I had to really pray and ask God for strength.  And I am standing here tonight in the most humble way.  My kids are now adults and they are far from perfect.  I have made so many mistakes – but the one thing I did right was to be consistent.  No matter what I was going through in my life, I never stopped bringing my kids to church.  And I am now seeing the fruits of that labor – all these lonely years feeling like a single parent with my little tribe walking in every Sunday and Wednesday.  My kids have stumbled, they have fallen, and they have had their own faith shaken up.  But by God’s grace, the 5 of us are still here and still standing.  And we are

Bent but not broken…
Shaken but not shattered…
Discouraged but not defeated