
Today, my coworkers and I were talking about our pasts—where we’ve been and how we used to live. I laughed and told them I was wild back then, living any kind of way and having “fun.” Of course, they said I didn’t look like it now.
But when I look back over my life, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for the love of God and the grace He’s shown me. He covered me. He kept me. He protected me from so much harm that could have taken my life down a very different path.
By all accounts, my story wasn’t supposed to look like this. I “should have” been the girl caught up in the streets, locked up, raising children by different fathers, addicted to drugs, not in my right mind—or worse, not here at all.
Instead, here I am: a woman of God, a wife, a mother of two, a business owner of two businesses, healthy, and in my right mind. That alone is a testimony.
I survived a violent situation where young men attacked me, cutting my throat, my chest, and my arm. My major artery in my neck was visible. In that moment, I couldn’t even hear—I was just overwhelmed with the realization that God had spared my life. From that day forward, I told myself I would live every single day with purpose and gratitude, because I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m only still here because of His mercy and His love.
People sometimes look at my “after” and don’t understand my “before.” But my past reminds me why I move the way I do now. I try to live in the fullness of God because I once gave my life to the world in its fullness.
This isn’t about being “holy” or wearing the label of being a Christian. It’s about surrender. It’s about giving my life to the One who was able to keep me in a world full of harm when I couldn’t even keep myself.
— Talk That Transforms with Kim Davis 💛
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