Today Is the Day

*When the nerves are real, the calling is realer still — stepping through fear onto holy ground*

📖 “The Lord God has given Me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him who is weary.” — Isaiah 50:4a (NKJV)

🕯️ I woke up this morning knowing.

Not in the way you know a date on a calendar, or a time written in your diary. I mean I woke up knowing it the way your whole body knows — that quiet, electric certainty that settles somewhere beneath your ribs and doesn’t let go. Today is the day.

The kind of day you’ve been walking toward for months, in small, faithful, often terrifying steps.

Today I stand on the stage at Te Pou Theatre in Auckland as one of eleven speakers at Mini TENx — Many Worlds, One Story — and I bring with me the message God has been writing on my heart for years: the 7 🗝️ Keys to Healing 💔heARTs💖.

Ten minutes. One story. One stage.

I won’t pretend my hands aren’t shaking a little.

✍️ I’ve been sitting with this day for so long that it almost stopped feeling real. It became a date in the future, something I was preparing for, training toward, praying about — but something that always felt just a little out of reach, the way the horizon does when you’re walking and walking and it never seems to get closer.

Craig Harper pushed me. Speakers Institute shaped me. Hours of practice, pages of notes, prayers whispered in the car and the quiet of the early morning. Elias encouraged me when I wavered. Clive steadied me when I wobbled. And underneath all of it, the slow, faithful work of God — chipping away at the fear, the smallness, the voice that said who do you think you are?

This is who I am: a woman who was broken, who was held, who was healed — and who cannot stay quiet about it.

🕊️ There is something holy about today. Not because the stage is grand, or the crowd is large — I honestly don’t know how many will come. Holy, because obedience always is. Holy, because every time a surrendered heart steps into the thing God asked of it, Heaven takes notice.

I’ve been thinking about the kintsugi bowls I love so much — those shattered pieces of pottery put back together with liquid gold, more beautiful for having been broken. That’s the message I carry onto that stage today. Not perfection. Not a polished performance. A life that was cracked open and filled back up with something golden.

🪨 The truth I’m standing on today is this: broken hearts don’t have to stay broken. There is a pathway through the pain. There is a God who does not waste a single shard of what we’ve suffered. He collects every piece. He knows what He’s making.

📖 “I will give you the treasures of darkness and hidden riches of secret places, that you may know that I, the Lord, who call you by your name, am the God of Israel.” — Isaiah 45:3 (NKJV)

🌱 I think about all the people who might walk through those doors today not really knowing why they came. Maybe a friend dragged them along. Maybe something in the listing caught their eye. Maybe they were just curious. Maybe — and this is the one that makes my heart beat faster — maybe God drew them there, because there’s a word they need to hear, and somehow, improbably, He’s placed that word in the mouth of this ordinary woman from Auckland who paints and prays and tells the truth about her scars.

That thought alone is enough to make the nerves worth it.

🕯️ So today I don’t step onto that stage as someone who has it all together. I step on as someone who has been put back together — and knows, with every golden seam, that the One who did the restoring is faithful. He was faithful then. He is faithful now. He will be faithful in every trembling, beautiful, obedient moment between the wings and the microphone.

Today is the day, friends.

Not because I’m ready. Not because I’m fearless. Today is the day because He said so — and that is always, always enough.

💡 Reflection:

• Where in your life are you standing on the edge of a yes that still frightens you? What would it look like to step forward anyway? 🤔
• What story has God written on your life that you’ve perhaps been afraid to speak aloud — and who might need to hear it? 🤔
• Have you ever found yourself in a season of long preparation, wondering if the day would ever come? What did that waiting teach you about God’s timing? 🤔
• Is there an area where you’ve allowed the voice of who do you think you are? to keep you smaller than God intended? What truth can you place against that voice today? 🤔
• Where do you see the kintsugi work of God in your own life — the places where the breaking became the making? 🤔

🎺 Affirmation:

I am not too broken, too small, or too ordinary for the calling God has placed on my life. I am exactly who He needs me to be, in exactly this moment, carrying exactly this story. My scars are not my shame — they are the very places where His gold has filled me. I step forward today not in my own strength, but in His. He has given me a word in season, and I will speak it. Today is the day — and I am ready enough, because He is more than enough.

🙌 Prayer:

Lord, today I lay every trembling nerve, every wobbling knee, every whisper of what if I’m not enough at Your feet — and I choose trust over readiness.

Thank You for the long preparation. Thank You for every coach, every encourager, every quiet morning of practice that felt like nothing and was actually everything. Thank You for the stage, the room, the people You’re already drawing through those doors who don’t yet know why they came — but You do.

Let my words be Your words. Let my story become a door that someone else walks through into their own freedom. Let every broken, golden, hard-won truth I carry be received by the heart that most needs it today.

Take the nerves. Take the need to perform. Take everything that is mine and leave only what is Yours.

I step onto that stage in Your Name, for Your glory, for the healing of hearts.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Today the stage is a little larger than usual — the room a little louder, the lights a little brighter. Yet underneath all of it, it’s the same sacred work it has always been: one broken, restored, gold-filled heart leaning toward another, saying you are not alone, there is a way through, and the One who holds you is faithful. Go well today, sweet friend. Whether you’re the one on the stage or the one in the seat, God has placed you exactly where you need to be.