I vividly remember the first time I was asked to share my testimony of faith. I was sitting on the floor in my son Hunter’s room, putting on make-up to get ready to head out to a local church. Hunter was all snuggled in his bed behind me napping. I had never been asked to share my faith before and I was a nervous wreck. As I continued to get ready, I kept wondering, “Why are you doing this Jill? What do you have to offer these people? Who do you think you are?”
I was consumed with doubt and fear and feelings of complete inadequacy, so I talked to God about it and poured out my heart to Him ─ sort of hoping that He would tell me to stay home and not worry about it. However, what I heard Him speak over me that morning pierced my heart in a way I will never forget.
“Jill, just share your story. Tell them what I have done. Isn’t that the least you can do? Just share your story.” And that’s what I did and continue to do. I share what the Lord has done.
Speaking takes me so far out of my comfort zone that I’m certain that God has called me to it. Without Him, there’s no way I would even consider it. I will never forget what the Lord impressed upon my heart that morning and for as long as I have breath in my lungs and His Word hidden in my heart, I will share whenever and wherever He leads.