Living Proof

So, why did all of this happen? Why the broken home? Why the years of silence? Why the sudden flood of good friends?

For a long time, I thought I was just lucky that I survived. But now I know better.

I am not just a survivor; I am a witness. I am God's Living Proof.

I realized that God didn't just want those friends to help me. He was filling my cup so that I could eventually pour it out for someone else. He taught me what loneliness felt like so I could spot it in a crowded room. He taught me what confusion felt like so I could sit with someone who doesn't know what to do.

My friends didn't notice they were God's instruments, and honestly, for a long time, neither did I. I didn't realize that God wants me to be that person for others now.

I am the proof that a broken family doesn't mean a broken future. I am the proof that silence can be turned into wisdom. I am the proof that God is good, not because my life was easy, but because He never left me alone in the hard parts.

I am a letter written by the Author of Life. And the message is simple: You are never too broken to be used.