As a teen, I attended some huge youth conferences with my church and they tended to have something in common:
There was always a tremendously dynamic speaker who had a jaw-dropping testimony of God’s grace: He did drugs. He was in a gang. His girlfriend got pregnant and he made her have an abortion. He was an alcoholic, who was addicted to pornography, and homeless.
Then He met Jesus.
By the time the testimony was over, the altars were flooded with teens crying and praying for God to save them and use them.
But my story didn’t seem to fit in. They’d ask if anyone felt “called to ministry” and I’d raise my hand and pray that God use me “anywhere” and send me “anywhere.”
Only, how could He use a girl like me? I’m relatively boring and surely the world truly needed displays of God’s grace and mercy on a grand scale.
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