The first time I ever saw scripture from the Bible was on the mirror in my sorority house- written in lipstick.
“Look at the nations and watch— and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told.” ~Habakkuk 1:5
The Lipstick Gospel is the story of my life.
The gospels are stories, written by ordinary people, about the most extraordinary man to ever walk the earth.
And it’s my fundamental belief that that’s the way the Gospel is meant to be shared. It’s not certified people or boring people or uptight religious people that are meant to be sharing this story.
It’s us. Everyday people. Messy people. People who live extraordinary lives purely because He is extraordinary and loves extraordinarily.
And so this is my story, and His story. His story told through mine, and my story that’s worth telling because of His.
The Lipstick Gospel is the story of a very messy sorority girl who met Jesus in a hung-over daze while studying abroad in Europe.
It’s the story of handing my life over to him, with the teeny tiny, whisper of a hope that He might have a better life for me than the one I was living.
It’s the story of getting swept up all over the world and taken on a journey more exciting, more daring and more fulfilling than anything I could have dreamed up on my own.
And it’s the story of becoming the woman I was always meant to be.
My prayer is that as we walk this path together, you take steps on your own journey- discovering who God has made you to be and your place in His wild and beautiful story.
He has something wild and unpredictable and terrifyingly fabulous for you to do in His Kingdom.
He’s writing a story of redemption and hope and freedom and He wants you to be a part of it.
The Lipstick Gospel is a celebration of beauty and individuality and the process. It’s a place that’s real and authentic and raw- where true stories of redemption are told.
They’re the kind of stories that are best told over coffee- the kind of conversations that remind you that you aren’t alone.
The Lipstick Gospel is my story- and I pray that through my story- you’ll begin to tell your own.
This is the Gospel. This is it lived out. We are the pen and the paper- my story just happened to begin in lipstick.
Where does yours begin?