It’s no secret that God has worked miracle after miracle in my life. As I grow older, this truth settles deeper into my soul—I would be nothing without the many people He sovereignly placed in my path when I felt too lost to be found. The ones who picked me up, fed me, clothed me, held me, cried with me, and spoke truth over me when I so desperately needed it. Those who loved me when I was both innocent and guilty. Those who chose to come AND stay no matter what it looked like.

In this season of gratitude, I’ve been thinking: If He calls us to “enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise,” what would it look like if I took a moment to give thanks, myself? To tell the story of one of God’s greatest mercies in my life—the people from my testimony who loved me like Jesus. The people who led me here.

“Thank you” doesn’t seem like enough. But I am who I am and where I am today because you were the hands and the feet of Jesus.

I pray to one day be half of everything you’ve been to me—you were Jesus, and I am grateful.

Psalm 100:4
Isaiah 52:7