I have stood on countless amounts of stages and delivered a talk called “Stay.”
The talk is broken up into three sections. Stay Hungry. Stay Small. Stay Here.
I never had an issue with being hungry. I have been hungry for my whole entire existence. I was always the girl who wanted to be used. The girl who wanted to be chosen. I wanted to serve God if it meant he would give me things to do. I remember wanting that before I even had a relationship with God. I remember high school parties. The room spinning. The drunkenness. Me in the corner, just thinking, “God, am I an accident for wanting to do so much and make such a difference when no one else seems to care?”
I never had an issue with being small. I have never puffed myself up to be big. I’ve honestly never believed…
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