I had been praying for days about what to say, and as I came to camp and started talking to all these other moms, I felt like an impostor. I kept asking myself, “What wisdom do I have that they don’t?!”
The truth is, I don’t. But what I do have is my story, so that’s what I shared.
No notes—just let the Spirit guide, and let me tell you, Jesus showed up.
I told parts of my story I’ve never shared and others I’ve shared thousands of times.
As I watched the audience well up in tears, I knew something was hitting hard.
As we listened to a song I played, I kept feeling the nudge to call women up who needed prayer—women who needed faith, needed a breakthrough.
If I’m honest, I was slightly afraid to do this because, in all honesty, it wasn’t on the agenda and I didn’t exactly have permission. But I did it anyway.
Almost the whole room gathered around a few women who were desperate to see Jesus show up. We prayed, we cried, and Jesus showed up.
I may not have the perfect words, and you won’t either, but what you do have is your story, and if you’re a Christian, the Holy Spirit to lead. Don’t be afraid to listen. You’ll be surprised when you see what God does.
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