A Story To Tell...

Blog is BACK!  It’s been months since I last wrote here. Writing has always been my way of pouring out what God places in my heart. Whether through songs, poems, journaling, sermons, or posts, etc., I have always written my heart away since I can remember, but somewhere along the way, I stopped specifically putting out content. Social media can be tricky; you can lose focus very quickly.

Lately, I’ve been reminded of the importance of using my voice—my heart—to speak to whoever God wants to reach in any capacity. As I'm recovering from major surgery, I literally don't have a voice to sing or to speak much, as it comes and goes. So all I can do is use it wisely. Throughout these weeks, many have told me to write, write, write lol what God is teaching, what God is doing, and the lessons learned. I know it is God nudging me to rekindle this way of communicating with others to share about Him.

The other day I started thinking, why did I stop sharing? Very quickly, many more questions followed. After a long rabbit hole lol, I came to the conclusion that there are seasons when God removes certain things so we can see what’s truly a distraction and what’s essential. I'm still learning to discern what God wants vs. what I desire, and the more I lean on Him, the more I want what He wants. The meaning behind it has to be glorifying God. If I lose sight of that, it will be just words. But if I stay focused with the goal of pointing others to Christ, then words will become a bridge to Him to show His goodness and mercy. Now nothing can substitute the word of GOD (THE BIBLE). Now those are words (scripture) that will transform you, lead you, uplift you, and change your life forever.

My desire is for you to see that He is still working amidst the brokenness around us.

Over the past few weeks, it’s been a challenge to even speak. There were moments when fear whispered, What if my voice doesn’t fully recover? What if I can’t sing to you again?  But before fear

could take root, His peace came rushing in—assuring me that He is with me. I could almost hear Him whisper, “Don’t forget what I’ve done. Don’t forget what I’ve spoken.”  So, during a quiet moment of worship, I prayed a hard prayer. I said, “Even if my voice never comes back the way it was, I will still praise You.”  Tears fell, but peace followed. I kept worshiping with my whole being. Deep down, I know He will restore it—stronger than before—but even if He doesn’t, He’s still all I want.

So here I am, reminded once again to write words that come from His heart—not from automated AI—but from real experiences with Him. (Now I do use AI for fixes because I can get carried away with typos! 😂)

Something is stirring again. I’ve been writing, dreaming, and praying—so please keep me in your prayers for God’s favor and timing. I want God to lead. All I want is for you to see that God is still the God of miracles, the God of provision, and the God of “yes,” even in seasons of grief, sorrow, and uncertainty. If you have a testimony to share, reach out to me. Let’s tell the world what God can do. "Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need." With our testimonies, let's lead other ladies to Christ.

From my heart to yours,

AMR