🌸 Your Story Isn’t Messy, It’s Ministry…

There comes a point in your healing where you look back over your life and realize:

“I survived”

For years, shame made you believe that what you lived through made you less than, broken, unworthy”

But here’s what I learned on my own journey:

The enemy calls it messy.

God calls it ministry.

Every chapter you thought disqualified you is the same chapter God uses to reach someone who feels unseen, unheard, and unhealed.

When I wrote Seeds of My Existence, I didn’t write it from a place of perfection, I wrote it from a place of raw survival. I remember one moment in particular, sitting with my childhood memories, revisiting a version of myself who didn’t understand why life felt so hard so early. I felt embarrassed. Exposed. Almost childish for still caring about things I “should’ve been over.”

But as I began to write, something happened.

God stepped into the page.

Shame loosened its grip.

And the story that once made me shrink became the story that made me stand.

I realized that my pain wasn’t pointless, it was a seed.

A seed God planted long before I even knew what healing looked like.

And when I watered it with truth, honesty, and surrender, it grew into something that could feed someone else’s faith.

Your story carries that same power.

You may not see it yet.

You may still be in the middle of your becoming.

But the chapter you’re afraid to tell is the chapter God wants to use to unlock someone else’s healing.

Your story is not messy.

Your story is evidence.

A testimony of how God enters the most broken places and brings alignment, clarity, and restoration.

Here’s what I want you to know today:

Nothing you’ve lived disqualifies you from being used by God.

He specializes in using what we hide.

Shame loses its voice when you tell the truth.

Your story doesn’t weaken you, it frees you.

Your healing becomes someone else’s roadmap.

Your breakthrough becomes someone else’s courage.

God never wastes a chapter.

Not one.

Not even the ones you still wish you could erase.

Every page you surrender becomes ministry.

Every wound He heals becomes wisdom.

Every tear you cried waters the soil where someone else will rise.

Your story has purpose.

Your story has weight.

Your story has assignment.

And the moment you stop calling it messy and start calling it ministry,

your healing will accelerate…

your voice will strengthen…

and your story will begin to set others free.

With purpose & a ready pen,

Mia