“God would never have granted women a voice if he intended for them to remain silent.” Lisa Bevere
This. All this.
Using my voice, finding my voice, feeling like I even have a voice….this has been one of the biggest challenges of my adult life. For someone who appears to have a lot to say and no qualms saying it, I’ve spent many days a knotted-up mess, completely unsure. Unsure if it was worthy of saying. Unsure if it would offend. Unsure if it was true. Unsure if anyone cared what I said. Unsure if I should speak, speak up, or just remain silent.
I spent too many years letting this be my normal. Allowing doubt and fear, and insecurity to win. And I hate admitting that. Admitting that it took until almost 40 to finally realize my voice matters. My experience matters. The words God has laid on my heart, the perceptions, feelings, and experiences all deserve a voice. Not only do they deserve a voice, but…
