When Your Story Finds Its Voice

*Standing on the threshold between healing and sharing, and discovering that the wounds God restored may become someone else’s doorway to hope*

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This morning, I found myself looking at a promotional poster for an event that once would have terrified me.

There I was, smiling confidently at the camera, my name beneath the title of a talk that carries years of tears, prayers, healing, surrender, and restoration:

**“7 🗝️ Keys to Healing 💔heARTs💖 — Unlocking Freedom, Healing the Heart and Restoring What Was Lost.”**

As I looked at it, I felt a strange mixture of gratitude, anticipation, excitement, and vulnerability.

Public speaking was never part of my original plan.

If someone had told the younger version of me that one day I would stand on a stage and openly share my story, I would have laughed nervously and found the nearest exit. For much of my life, I worked hard to keep certain chapters hidden. Not because I wanted to deceive anyone, but because wounded places often prefer shadows to light.

Yet God has a remarkable way of taking the very things we try to conceal and transforming them into testimonies of His faithfulness.

🪨 The older I get, the more I realise that healing was never simply about feeling better.

Healing was about becoming free enough to tell the truth.

Free enough to stop pretending.

Free enough to allow others to see not only where I have succeeded, but where I have struggled, broken, doubted, grieved, wrestled, and been restored.

The message I will share at Mini-TENx is not merely a talk.

It is a collection of sacred breadcrumbs scattered throughout my life.

It is the story of a little girl who longed to be seen.

It is the story of depression, loss, migration, rejection, identity struggles, performance, striving, and hidden wounds.

It is the story of a woman discovering that God’s love reaches places she thought were beyond repair.

It is the story of singing when my heart was hurting.

Drawing when words failed.

Painting when emotions became too heavy.

Dancing when freedom felt impossible.

Writing when God invited me to process what He was healing.

Speaking when silence no longer served the purpose it once did.

Each of these became a key.

Not because the activities themselves healed me, but because God met me there.

🌱 Somewhere along the journey, creativity stopped being a hobby and became a healing language.

The paintbrush became prayer.

The journal became conversation.

The dance floor became surrender.

The microphone became stewardship.

The story became ministry.

Perhaps that is why this upcoming event feels significant.

It is not about visibility.

It is not about applause.

It is not about proving anything.

It is about obedience.

It is about standing where God has asked me to stand and trusting Him with whatever follows.

📖 “And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony.” — Revelation 12:11 (NKJV)

There is power in testimony.

Not because it draws attention to the person telling it, but because it points to the God who carried them through.

It forces shame to loosen its grip.

When we share honestly, we become living evidence that redemption is possible.

Perhaps someone in that audience will recognise a piece of their own story within mine.

Perhaps someone who feels stuck will discover fresh hope.

Perhaps someone who has quietly given up on healing will decide to try again.

Perhaps someone will remember that God has not forgotten them.

If even one heart leaves believing that restoration is possible, every trembling step onto that stage will have been worthwhile.

🕊️ As I prepare for 20 June, I am reminded that courage is not the absence of fear.

Courage is saying yes despite it.

Courage is allowing your healed scars to become signposts.

Courage is trusting that God can use your story far beyond what you can imagine.

For years, He has been healing my heart.

Now He is teaching me how to share it.

💡 Reflection

• What part of your story have you been hesitant to share, and why? 🤔
• Where has God met you in your own healing journey? 🤔
• Which gifts, hobbies, or creative expressions has God used to bring restoration into your life? 🤔
• What would change if you viewed your story as a testimony rather than merely a collection of experiences? 🤔
• Is there a place where God may be inviting you to courageously use your voice? 🤔

🎺 Affirmation

My story matters because God’s faithfulness is woven through it. I do not need a perfect testimony to be a powerful witness. The Lord who healed, restored, and carried me is still writing the story, and He will use every surrendered chapter for His glory and the healing of others.

🙌 Prayer

Father, thank You for every step of the journey, even the difficult ones. Thank You for meeting me in places of pain and transforming them with Your love. Give me courage to share what You have done with humility, authenticity, and grace. Help me to remember that my story belongs to You and that every testimony points back to Your faithfulness. May my words bring hope, healing, and encouragement to those who need it most. Use my voice as a vessel for Your love and truth. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

🕯️ You never know which heart is waiting for the very story you almost didn’t tell.

Come as you are. Bring a friend. Bring your curiosity. Bring your story.

I’d be honoured to see you there.

📌 GATHERING DETAILS

👥 Gathering Type: In-Person Gathering

📅 Saturday, 20/06/2026

🕛 12:00 PM – 4:00 PM

📍 Te Pou Theatre, Auckland

🎟️ Register Here:

https://www.tepoutheatre.nz/mini-tenx/

“Many Worlds, One Story”

For The Tribe. By The Tribe.

Speakers Tribe NZ — Making a Difference, One Story at a Time. 💛💙❤️