My Testimony

It's ugly.


The part before Jesus entered my life, that is.


It's worse than ugly.


It's hideous.


It grieves my heart when I think about my past.


But I find it often gives hope to other women.


Women who have believed the lies of the evil one. 


He's brutal. 


Hateful.


Cruel.


I've often wondered if I should share it here.


Should I have a little tab somewhere on my blog that would allow you to see who I was before Jesus...


Would you even care to read it?


Would it become fodder for gossip, or a huge opportunity for God to be glorified?


Would it make you focus on the slime pit of my sin, or stand in awe of the Savior of my soul?


Would you want more of Him, as a result of reading what He did for me?


Would He use it to draw someone else to salvation?


So many questions in my mind.


I would cherish your prayers as I consider sharing it, seeking Him and His wisdom on what to write, and what not to.


I'd also love to know  your thoughts...your exhortations...


Much love to you tonight,
Jes