“Is this your story? ” “Yes! ” , she answered , the question stinging her heart .It always does.
The church needed young people to come up with personal stories to share in the church annual magazine to be share in another village for encouragement of the young people there, like Paul would write letters to different churches.
She was hesitant , but she thought of any other youth , who might be going through the same and decided to step up.
“You think deep, there seem to be a lot going on in your heart and mind. Looks like there is a hallway in your brains, you are skilled in expressing your emotions. Have you written for any website, any magazine? You are too real.” she laughed, “No , I’ve not written for any magazine but I have three articles with Girl table – Obaa Community. I’m not too real, authencity is one of my core values, and some think I am a loony , but I am comfortable being a wacko.”
“I am sorry, your story cannot be part of our magazine, the lead pastor is a respectable person , ” she cut her short with a glare, so she didn’t have to give more lame reasons.
Her story was in the magazine, anyway, but as one of the sheep who turnish the name of the shepherd for selfish gain .
She became a muse for many other magazines.But God is not done , He ends no one’s story in shame , so He used her shame to bring a cyclone among the hypocrites in the “church”.
And her shame became her scepter!