Testimonies...

Such a scary word,
implying a stage, sweaty hands and
a lame recounting of my average life.
At least until I am sat in my chair,
paper in front of me,
mind flipping through the pages of my life
to look hard at th e chapters and
phrases that wouldn't be there if
not for Jesus.
To actually notice the things Jesus does
over and over for this selfish little girl.
To imagine how to express those
experiences and lessons to the class or church,
sitting there just as uncomfrotable as me,
wondering why I'm doing this,
wondering if there's a real reason,
wondering how it can make a difference.
At leaste until I remember it's Jesus.
For Him I say this,
because of Him it's not up to me
and I'm not scared of
what I have seen and
testify.