"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
A good friend said to me, “But just think, God is using you for His glory." In that moment, I simply shook my head and agreed but what I felt welling up inside me was something much different. Using me? Quite frankly, I thought, I don’t want to be used. Not if it means this. Quite frankly, He can use someone else because this—THIS is not working for me.
