I will never forget the day God opened my eyes.
October 1, 2015. There was a shooting at a community college in Oregon. Several accounts describe the gunman asking some students if they were Christian. If they said yes, he said he would send them back to meet God.
After the horrific event, I had this thought: What would I do if I had been on the barrel side of the gun?
I discovered I was afraid. Afraid to stand up. Afraid to speak out. Afraid to offend. Afraid to be mocked. Afraid to be different.
I discovered a woman who loved God deeply but shared it rarely because of fear. And my heart began to break.
Before this, I believed that those who knew and loved me best knew how I felt about God—that my heart was His. I felt no need to share that love with the world or to post my feelings publicly.
I thought it was about me. I was wrong. It isn’t about how others see me. It’s about how I and others see God.
This new understanding changed me forever.
“That which is of God is light; and he that receiveth light, and continueth in God, receiveth more light; and that light groweth brighter and brighter until the perfect day” (Doctrine and Covenants 50:24).
This is our goal—to show more of Him to the world by letting His light shine through us.
I Am a Sharer of Light
October 2, 2015. The day after the shooting, I decided it was time to share my faith in Jesus Christ more openly on social media. With a pounding heart, I held my breath and clicked the dreaded share button. I told the world that “I am not ashamed of the of the gospel of Christ.”