The Narrow Way

There was a time I wondered if God could still use me.
Not because I didn’t love Him, but because I was so tired.
So bruised.
So broken from what I had endured.
I looked at my life and thought, Surely I missed it. Surely I’m too late. Surely there’s too much damage to still have a calling.

But Jesus, He never let go.
Even when I was just surviving.
Even when I was hiding.
Even when I was picking up the shattered pieces of my heart and asking Him, “Can anything good come from this?”

He kept whispering: Yes.

Yes, there is still purpose.
Yes, there is still more.
Yes, even this can be redeemed.

Because purpose doesn’t begin when the pain ends.
Purpose begins in the middle of it, when we choose to give God the broken parts and say, “Here, take this too.”

I’m learning now that purpose isn’t always a platform.
Sometimes it’s presence.
Sometimes it’s waking up and choosing to love your child with tenderness, even when no one saw how hard you cried the night before.
Sometimes it’s sending that message of encouragement when you’re still waiting on your own breakthrough.
Sometimes it’s showing up… to church, to work, to your own life, when everything in you wants to shut down.

That is purpose. That is ministry. That is kingdom work.

I used to think I had to be healed first. Whole first. Strong first.
But God’s been showing me that purpose runs through my weakness, because that’s where His strength shows up best.

Second Corinthians 12:9 reminds me:
“My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.”
So I stopped disqualifying myself.

I stopped waiting to be “better” before I believed I could be used.
Because the truth is, the testimony is already forming, even while the healing is still happening.

And now, I’m learning that I don’t have to strive to find my purpose,
I just have to stay close to Jesus.
He is my purpose.
And from that place, everything else flows.

So I’ll keep walking.
Keep speaking.
Keep writing.
Keep praying.
Keep loving.
Because my scars don’t cancel my calling, they confirm it.

If you’ve been wondering if your life still has meaning, let me remind you:
You are still here for a reason.
You are still called.
Still chosen.
Still needed.

You are not disqualified by what you’ve been through,
You are shaped by it.
Anointed through it.
And sent because of it.

Jesus wastes nothing.
Not your tears.
Not your trauma.
Not your timeline.
And definitely not your testimony.

You still have a purpose.
And you’re walking in it… even now.