All us have stories that are waiting to be told. Each story, or slice of our life, offers a glimpse of how we have been shaped, what matters to us, and why it matters. At our March 5th Your Story Your Influence Retreat we will explore what it means to discover your story, embrace it, and share it with others. Here is a sample of what you'll have for yourself at the end of our next Women of Influence Event.
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When I found out I was pregnant with twins, I couldn’t have been more thrilled. I felt special…chosen…like I was doubly blessed. Then at five months pregnant I lost those two baby girls. I was devastated. I felt like God had set me up only to torture me. Given and then ripped away. This was the loving God I had always believed in? No this was a cruel God and I hated Him. Through a terrible process of deep grief, of feeling all alone in my pain, of crying till it felt like there were no more tears, I found God. He was like the one I knew before my loss, but He was so much closer, real, loving, and comforting. So when I lost my twins and came to the end of my understanding, my control, my knowing, I found God. There He was ready to carry me through this darkness. He was my light, my hope. I had nowhere else to turn. I knew deep in my soul that He knew, He cared, He saw, He drew near. He was and is my loving Father. Others need to know that God is real. He is with us. He is love. But not in the way we think, in the way we come to know. I have lost nothing but for the gain of Christ.
What is more, I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may gain Christ