🌸 Before I Wrote My Book: The Moment I Knew My Story Mattered…

Before I ever held a finished book in my hands…

Before I ever believed I had anything to say…

There was a moment, quiet, unexpected, unforgettable, when God made it clear that my story mattered.

It didn’t happen on a stage.

It didn’t happen while I was writing.

It happened in the middle of my inner healing journey, from things I spent years pretending didn’t hurt.

I remember sitting with my journal one night, wrestling with memories I wanted to escape and emotions I didn’t have words for. I felt small, overwhelmed, and unsure of who would ever care about what I had lived through.

I whispered, almost without thinking:

“God… Why?”

The room was still.

My heart was shaking.

And in that silence, He spoke something I will never forget:

“Because someone needs to hear it from you.”

That was the moment doubt and faith collided.

When the pain I carried met the purpose He had planned.

When I realized I wasn’t writing to be an author,

I was writing because healing demanded it.

Legacy demanded it.

Obedience demanded it.

Before I wrote my book, I didn’t think of myself as a writer.

I was just a woman trying to make sense of her story.

Trying to breathe through the heaviness.

Trying to believe that survival meant something.

And little by little, the pieces began to connect.

The childhood wounds.

The silence.

The healing.

The reflections in my journal.

The moments when God whispered truth louder than my shame.

It was in those small, tender moments that I realized my story wasn’t random, it was redeemed.

My story mattered because it carried someone else’s breakthrough.

My book mattered because it would open a door someone thought was locked.

My voice mattered because God put a testimony inside me that could not stay buried.

That’s the real moment my book began, not when I typed the first sentence, but when I finally believed my story was worthy of being told.

And if you’re reading this today, wrestling with your own “am I ready?” moment, lean in.

Your story matters too.

Your pain has purpose.

Your survival is evidence.

Your voice is needed in the earth.

You don’t need to have it all together.

You just need to say yes.

Before You Go…

I want to hear from you:

What was your moment?

The moment before the book, before the chapter, before the healing, when you realized your story had weight?

Share it in the comments.

Your testimony may be exactly what someone else needs to rise.

With purpose & a ready pen,

Mia