I sat in front of the computer for a minute trying to figure out what to write about. Alot has been going on and I could write about a variety of things. The title dropped into my heart with force . It’s not about you. God and I have really been working this out lately. And not in the pretty kind of way.

Recently I had the honor of being interviewed by two different news sources. The day before the first one, I ended up in the emergency room with what I found out was a stress fracture in my lower vertebrae. A very painful area that no sitting, standing, or laying helped. And I had two interviews in two days and a book event in six days. I pushed forward even though I had quite the poor me attitude.

Yet at each meeting/event I met people who simply needed someone to listen to their story. The point of those encounters wasn’t about me or even my books; it was for those people. Of course, God cared about my back and it is healing; but it wasn’t about me. They needed to be heard. To be seen.

Lately God has begun nudging me to be more open with my past. Which is funny considering I’ve written two books about my life (not a shameless plug by the way). Really God, what more can I say that I haven’t already written? His reply was almost instantaneous: It’s time to start talking about you’re life as a lesbian. Not with shame or pride, just who you were and what happened when we met.

Umm, yeah definitely not something I’m jumping for joy about! Not because it’s a secret but to me it wasn’t really this harsh turning away when I began to follow Jesus. In many ways it was simple really, I fell more in love with God than I ever could with a person. However, it was my identity for more than a decade and to pretend that it never happened would be a lie. But most importantly, it’s not about me. It’s about people crying out to meet the Living King who breaks chains and sets them free.

“the people who sat in darkness have seen a great light. And for those who lived in the land where death casts its shadow, a light has shined.” Matthew 4:16 (NLT)

While Jesus was on this earth, almost none of His life was about Him. His ministry, disciples, the thousands of desperate people; His final act as a man, being crucified, was most definitely not about Him. It was for us. When I gave my life to Jesus, it ceased being mine. I made a covenant to live for Him, to do His will and His works on earth. And while I might still whine at times and most assuredly fail occasionally, I’m going to become more of a living testament to His Power. Broken back or broken testimony; it’s all about Him, not me.