My Testimony


In order to join my new church, I had to write a personal testimony or “Gospel story.” The process was surprisingly difficult for me, for reasons I’ll talk about later because I think others will relate. But I finally submitted it this weekend. It’s nothing revolutionary, but I thought I’d share a slightly edited version of it here.

Please note that a testimony and a statement of faith are two different things (thanks to Alanna for helping me articulate this). If you have questions about who Jesus is to me now or why I became and/or remain a Christian, I’m happy to talk about it – and may write another post along those lines.


When I was ten years old, I responded to an altar call in Sunday school at my Pentecostal church. I had attended church for as long as I could remember, so God, Jesus, and salvation weren’t new concepts to me. But that morning, my Sunday school teacher asked whether we were sure we were going to heaven if we died in a car accident on the way home. I wasn’t, so I prayed the traditional sinner’s prayer along with my teacher. Although I mainly did so as spiritual insurance, I think it was somewhat genuine. Two years later I decided to be baptized, and was happy about it.

Outwardly, my teen years were pretty smooth. I was a people-pleasing good girl who prayed and read the Bible regularly, went to youth group, and didn’t drink, smoke, or sleep around. I was so busy with school and activities that I didn’t have much energy to question or wrestle spiritually, but sometimes the weight of the works-based theology I lived under was overwhelming. One night when I was seventeen, watching TBN with my mom (did I mention I grew up Pentecostal?), I “rededicated” my life to Christ. I don’t remember my reasoning, but I have a lingering impression that it was less about guilt over sin and more about being spiritually exhausted and at the end of myself.

Contrary to stereotype, I didn’t go crazy in college; it was actually one of the most intense periods of my faith. Also contrary to stereotype, I thrived spiritually at a big, bad public university. I developed relationships with Christians of different backgrounds, like my Catholic roommate (who’s still one of my best friends). After a couple of years of heavy involvement at the Baptist Student Union, I felt at the end of myself again. I was aware on a new level that no matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t holy and could never measure up to God’s requirements. I couldn’t reconcile that with constant messages about holiness and walking ever-narrower spiritual roads. Around that time, someone invited me to a Reformed University Fellowship large group, and the things I heard there turned everything back right side up for me. I wasn’t crazy – my sinfulness was real, but Jesus hadn’t come to hold me to a set of rules. He came to earn God’s favor for me. I didn’t have to worry often about my salvation – it would hold because Jesus doesn’t lose His sheep. It was the first time in my life that I fully understood and appreciated grace. While I believe my faith was real before then, this was a major turning point.

I got married when I was 25. I had met my husband at RUF and was basically in love with him for several years before we started dating. For our first few years together, I was so in love and thankful to be with him that I failed to notice how one-sided our marriage was. While I wasn’t a perfect wife and now wish I’d done some things differently, he routinely neglected me and put his hobbies and interests ahead of our marriage as well as his relationship with God. The message I got from church and Christian books was that if I just submitted more and prayed harder, God would change his heart and set our relationship right. Things got steadily worse until I was exhausted, depressed, and felt more alone than I ever have. I felt like a powerless non-person, a blank slate only existing to serve others’ needs and be what everyone else – including God – wanted me to be. Eventually I decided I couldn’t live that way anymore. I started going to counseling and believing that God loved and valued ME, myself, and created me on purpose. That He didn’t intend for me to endlessly pour myself out to the last drop… not because I was a woman, and not because I was a Christian.

This soul work was put to the test in November 2009, when my husband confessed to an affair. I was completely devastated, but still loved him and wanted to work things out. He waffled, left briefly, and then agreed to reconcile. While I was totally committed to the marriage, in the aftermath I set a much higher bar for how I expected to be treated. So, six months later, he told me he had cheated again and was no longer interested in staying married to me. He left that night, and my divorce was final a few weeks after my 31st birthday. During this worst time of my life, I have never felt closer to God. I knew in my soul that He was grieving with me and wasn’t okay with what had happened to me. I was heartbroken and all my plans had turned to dust, but I felt God’s presence and a deep conviction that He was still at work and would bring good out of my suffering. From day one I wanted to use my experience to comfort and advise others in similar situations, and I still try to do that, mainly through my blog. It means everything to me when people, especially other divorced people, tell me they were helped by something I wrote. I don’t know much about God’s plans for me, but I know that’s one of the reasons why I’m here.

I started my post-divorce life overflowing with hope even as I grieved, but that hope has faded. I believed that after this long (four years), I’d have an amazing new life with a fulfilling, purposeful job, a loving relationship with a wonderful man, and maybe even a family. That’s how God turns ashes into beauty, right? Instead, I’ve made no progress in my career and still lack a bright and shining purpose. I haven’t had a close relationship (even a platonic one) with any guy, and hadn’t even been on A Date until this year. (Many other Christians I know have divorced and remarried in this intervening time.) I’m 35 and am slowly accepting that I probably won’t have kids. I doubt increasingly how much my story and experience are worth, because people want a happy ending. I have an active, fun life and more than my share of loving friends, but the years the locusts ate have not been restored, and I’m no longer sure if they ever will be. I don’t really know how to cope with that, so I have trouble imagining how others can be encouraged by it. My intimacy with God has suffered as I try to find a positive framework for a future that might always fall short of my hopes.

However, God has definitely provided for me this year by bringing me to my new church. It’s a place where you can be loved, valued, and useful regardless of your gender or demographic, where people aren’t afraid to admit they’re broken, where people are dreaming big dreams for themselves, each other, and our city. I’ve wanted to belong in a place like that for a long time. I’m excited to be part of it and hopeful for how God might use it in my life.

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15 Responses to My Testimony

  1. “but the years the locusts ate have not been restored, and I’m no longer sure if they ever will be. I don’t really know how to cope with that anymore, so I have trouble imagining how others can be encouraged by it. My intimacy with God has suffered as I try to find a positive framework for a future that might always fall short of my hopes.”

    I am encouraged by your honesty in saying it. I have quite a few locust years myself, and I find most people want to say something to tie a nice bow on them. It is always a comfort when someone doesn’t.

  2. lovedandamazed says:

    Thank you so much for sharing. You put your vulnerable feelings out there so beautifully and tenderly. I can’t know what God has for your future, but such faith is precious in His sight, fears and all. Because I can tell your heartbeat is for Him. You are going to be a blessing to many in your new church!!

  3. wendy7291 says:

    This is just what I needed today, thank you! I to am in a marriage that I come last but for me I have decided that 2015 will be my year to get reintroduced to me and become important again. For you I hope and pray you get all that you want and deserve. I enjoy your blog and look forward to seeing what 2015 brings your way. Don’t give up on your dream to become a mother….adoption is a great thing. That is the road I am looking down for myself.

    • Brenda W. says:

      Thank you! I’m glad this helped you, and glad you realize you’re not accountable for others’ behavior, only for your own. It took me a long time to get there. Just prayed for you!

      I haven’t completely ruled out adoption someday, but I don’t know if I could choose the hard road of single parenthood for myself. Plus, the more I watch my sister and friends mother their kids, the more I think maybe I’m not cut out for it anyway. ;)

      • wendy7291 says:

        Thank you so much for the prayers. It is hard to give up on a marriage (as you know) because in some way I think I will feel like a failure but I know I have tried everything I know to do and have said all I know to say….still nothing happens. You are right we can’t control how others behave but I have heard it a million times at church we can control the way we respond. I just don’t know anything else I can do and I don’t want to be 80 one day and say to myself why did I stay this long….I could of been happier.

        Adoption is a avenue you have to go down if you choose. You still have time and you will make the best decision for yourself because you know you the best.

        I do so enjoy your blog and love seeing your instagram photos. I to am a kitty girl and also just recently lost one of my babies. I have 1 left and she is my shadow.

        Hope you have a good day!

  4. Bethany says:

    You have a beautiful, heartbreaking story of faith. Beautifully written.

    I know that very painful lives were pretty much the norm for Christians in the Bible (I can’t figure out how anyone who’s studied the Bible could believe the prosperity gospel thing), but I pray that you’ll get a happy ending on this earth anyway.

    Love you!

  5. Anonymous says:

    Thank you for sharing.

    I had drifted from my faith, but the difficult times I am going through are pulling me back to it. What denomination of church do you go to? As a single woman myself I don’t know if I can find a church where I fit in!

    • Brenda W. says:

      My new church is interdenominational, but the other churches I’ve attended in my adult life have been PCA. Fitting in as a single adult can be EXTREMELY hard. Aside from good theology and whether you feel the Holy Spirit there, I think one of the most important things to look at is: is the church focused on ministering to families, or individuals? As a woman, are you primarily being ministered to through the lens of wife- and motherhood, whether you are a wife and mother or not? My advice is, look for a church with a more level playing field (for lack of a better term). Hierarchies make single people feel isolated and useless. As you probably know. I’m glad you’re feeling drawn toward church again, though!

  6. Wait…I don’t understand…you had to write this to join your new church???? Like an essay to get into college???? What happens if you don’t share your story…then you can’t join the church? It’s beautifully written and I LOVE that you share your story…it’s one of the reasons I look forward to reading your blog, but I don’t understand the requirement for church. This might be the most confusing thing I’ve heard (and I realize – quite possibly, misunderstood) about church.

    • Brenda W. says:

      LOL!! Yeah. I’m sure they’d be willing to talk to you instead. I think they just want to make sure you’re serious about your faith. Membership is a big deal. Oh and thanks. :)

  7. Carol says:

    You always tell your story so beautifully. I know at least one reason you’re here on earth–God gifted you with words. You’re such a blessing to me. And when you have dark hours, just remember that God does still love you and want the best for you. Marriage and kids aren’t a golden ticket to happiness–they take work, like anything else. I know you know that, though, and I do pray that you’ll meet a guy one day (soon!) that you can settle down with and that the two of you can raise kids together. *big hugs*

  8. I love this!!! I am curioius…..what church is it? I have a hard time reconciling with being a Christian and dealing with what I consider “judgemental church feelings”, aka times where I feel the church is judging me.

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