You are exactly who God created you to be. You may need some polish here and there....but you are His creation. He doesn't mess up. He doesn't make mistakes. Your soft-spoken voice...or loud mouth...are His doing. You have to control them...but He made you, how He made you, for His purpose. Your quick wit...or slow though-out words...are His placement. Your ability to sing, play music, dance, write, play sports, or be big goofball...are all things that can and will be used for God if allowed. By You!
Don't be ashamed of who and how you are. Use your whole self for God's purpose...because you are His design. He formed you in your mother's womb. On purpose, for a purpose. Don't doubt that you can reach out to someone who needs God's touch...just by being you. Let me tell you a quick story....
It was August 2nd of 1997. His name was Walter Gonzalez and he was homeless. I was with a group from different churches around the U.S. We were in Battery Park in New York City. A friend of mine was asked by a guy in our group to go pray and witness to Walter. She stood still. Paralyzed, unable to move for reasons she could not explain. I know why. It was because God wanted me to meet Walter and he changed my life.
We walked up and started to speak to Walter as he was on 'his bench'. Which doubled as 'his bed'. Talk about a heart wrenching reality! Brian, the guy I was with, asked me to give my testimony of how I became saved. I started by talking about a camp that I went to when I was 8. Walter listened with excitement. I know he probably doesn't have many people that stop and talk to him...but there was a sparkle in his eye that made me believe I had something he desperately wanted. He told me that some day he would come and visit that camp in Edinboro, PA. I gotta say...I didn't believe him, but it still makes me cry. He had accepted us so completely, and listened so intently...I just lost it. I had tears running down my cheeks. (That is why you always take a partner...if you are a blubberer like me. Haha!) Brian took over. When he got to the point of asking if Walter wanted to accept Christ into his heart...Walter looked at me. Still crying...never made it through the second line of my well-thought, carefully planned testimony. He said that he would like to accept Christ, because he could see my compassion through my tears. Isn’t that kind of a funny realization? My best. My plans. My hard work on the word selection of my life testimony…are no match for the strategy of God. Tears…he used tears! No words were necessary.