Telling our own story is key to sharing our faith.
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I am verily a man which am a Jew, born in Tarsus, a city in Cilicia, yet brought up in this city at the feet of Gamaliel, and taught according to the perfect manner of the law of the fathers, and was zealous toward God, as ye all are this day. And I persecuted this way unto the death, binding and delivering into prisons both men and women. As also the high priest doth bear me witness, and all the estate of the elders: from whom also I received letters unto the brethren, and went to Damascus, to bring them which were there bound unto Jerusalem, for to be punished. And it came to pass, that, as I made my journey, and had come nigh unto Damascus about noon, suddenly there shone from heaven a great light round about me. And I fell onto the ground, and heard a voice saying unto me, Saul, Saul, why persecutes thou me? And I answered, Who art thou, Lord? And he said unto me, I am Jesus of Nazareth, whom thou persecutes.

Acts 22:3-8 

Every day I write in my Journal; God already knows before I write. Guess he loves the attention more than me. For real when I run ahead of him, he tog=ugg””””s my heart. I realize my children used to do that. They say mommy! Your walking to fast, I don’t want to fall. Mommy slow down! If I didn’t slow down, they would yell! Mommy slow down! I would apologize and slow down so they could catch up. I am so proud of The Lord Jesus in growing me in such away, that it pleases him and not others. I get to experience this. Life is awesome. All those he has placed in my path; they are the conduit of his unconditional love and grace.