My heart was beating out of my chest. My hands and knees were visibly shaking. I held my breath as I looked out among the congregation.
It was the first time I had given my testimony. The first time I was truly vulnerable publicly about my past, my failures, my fragility, my salvation, my love for Jesus, and my desperate dependence upon Him.
To read the rest of the bold story, please click below as I was a guest blogger for my dear friend Rachel Britton’s #BeBoldGirl Series.