✨ God Called Me to Arms — My Testimony

 

I didn’t wake up one day and decide to start a mission.

I didn’t sit down with a plan, a strategy, or a perfect vision.

This wasn’t born out of comfort.

It was born out of the places where I was broken.

I know what it feels like to go without.

To be unseen and unheard.

To walk through addiction, homelessness, abandonment, and loss.

To face seasons so dark they felt endless.

To know the cold — not just on the skin, but in the soul.

And yet… even there, God never let go of me.

He carried me through storms I didn’t think I’d survive.

He held me together in moments when I was falling apart.

He placed people in my path when I had nothing left.

He lifted me when I didn’t know how to lift myself.

In His perfect timing, He is now calling me to arms —

not the kind that fight with violence,

but the kind that fight with compassion.

Arms that lift.

Arms that carry.

Arms that comfort the hurting.

Arms that build Blessing Bags.

Arms that return to the dark places I survived

so I can help pull others out.

God placed a fire in my spirit that wouldn’t go out.

Every idea, every tear, every tug on my heart

kept pointing in the same direction:

“Get up, Angela. I’m sending you.”

He didn’t choose me because I’m perfect.

He chose me because I’ve been there.

Because my heart breaks for the broken.

Because I know what it means to have nothing —

and now I know what it means to give everything.

This mission is not just a project.

It is a calling.

It is God’s assignment on my life.

It is the reason I am still here.

I step forward with open hands, willing feet,

and a heart that says:

“Here I am, Lord. Use me.”

If God can turn my past into purpose,

my wounds into compassion,

and my tears into ministry —

He can turn this mission into something far greater than me.

This is my obedience.

This is my offering.

This is my calling.

And this is just the beginning.

All glory to God.

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