Sharon Holloway Facebook ad: “Which Woman of the Bible Are You?”

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Last Christmas, I was alone. 37 years old. Never married. I baked a pie just to keep my hands busy. Something I enjoyed doing. Something to not think. I scrolled through Facebook. Families in matching pajamas. Couples by the tree. Engagement announcements. Pregnancy announcements 🥲 I put the phone down. Stared at the wall. I just wanted someone to hold me. To fall asleep next to somebody. To wake up and not be alone. I was so tired of being alone. I used to love Christmas. Now... 💔 I never said it out loud. But sometimes I felt it: quiet resentment. Toward God. Toward His plan. Toward this life I didn't choose. And then the guilt came. Because I knew I shouldn't feel this way. I loved God. I served at church. I always showed up to every event. I did everything right. But late at night, the ugly thoughts crept in. Did He forget about me? Was I not faithful enough? Did I do something wrong? I'd watch women who cheated, who lied, who left their husbands — and they found someone new. And here I was. Alone. Again. I hated that I felt that way. But I did. A few weeks later, I brought a pie to a church gathering. A friend said, "This is amazing. You should sell these. Start a page." I smiled. Said maybe. She was just being polite. Why would anyone want my pies if nobody wants me? I imagined it: posting a pie, and nobody cares. Silence. Proof of what I already knew. I was always hiding. Hiding my voice. Hiding myself. Maybe if I stayed small enough, I wouldn't get hurt. Maybe if I never tried, I couldn't fail. One night I was scrolling. Couldn't sleep. An ad popped up. "Which woman of the Bible are you?" I almost kept scrolling. Another quiz. Another distraction. I'm sure you've seen them. I have too. But something made me stop. The questions weren't what I expected. How I handle hard seasons. What I do when I feel invisible. How I respond when life doesn't go the way I planned. I figured I'd get Ruth. The quiet one. Faithful. Patient. Waiting for her Boaz. I got Deborah. Wait, what? 😅 Deborah? The leader? The one who spoke boldly and stepped into her calling without apology? It almost sounded like a joke. Not me at all. I was the one who stayed quiet. Who didn't want to take up space. But then I read her story. And I got mixed feelings. Fear mixed with hope. Hope to change my life. It offered lessons. Biblical teaching on courage, identity in Christ, God's calling for your life. How to stop hiding. How to trust His plan when nothing makes sense. I signed up. Not because I believed it would change anything. Just because I was tired of feeling invisible. The lessons were tailored to my type — to Deborah. They talked about how she didn't wait for permission. How she wasn't loud, just certain. Certain that God had a plan. Certain she had a place in it. They also talked about fear. How it tells us to stay small. How God doesn't hide His daughters — He positions them. ✨ That we are God's children and He cares for us. That He doesn't forget. But I had lived my whole life thinking He forgot about me. That I was worthless. That everyone else got the good things and I got the leftovers. They also talked about dreaming big, because God can do things. And God's timing isn't about feeling ready. It's about trusting Him anyway. I thought: well, maybe baking is my calling, I always liked it? Maybe I won't have a husband. Maybe I won't have children. But maybe I can have this. I didn't make peace with it. You don't make peace with loneliness. You just get tired of crying about it. I decided to let it be. If this is what God wants, okay. Maybe this has to be enough. A few weeks later, I finally made the page. Hands shaking. Posted a photo of a pie. Almost deleted it three times. I said, okay God. Let it be your way. I'm not deleting it. Whatever happens, happens. 🙏 Then... nothing. For two days. Silence. No likes. No comments. I knew it. I knew nobody would care. I felt crushed. Like God Himself was confirming what I already believed about myself. 😔 I was close to deleting everything. Close to giving up. But I remembered Deborah. She didn't wait until she felt ready. She didn't wait for someone to tell her it was okay. She just trusted God and moved. So I left it up. The next morning, a comment: "Do you take orders?" I stared at it. Then I cried. 😭 More comments came. Then orders. I had no idea what to charge. I googled it. Threw out a number. They said yes. For the first time in my life, I took the courage to step out. And people liked it. Then he came. He ordered a pie for his mom's birthday. When he picked it up, we talked for an hour. I don't even remember what about. It just flowed. He laughed at my jokes. He looked at me like I was saying something that mattered. He came back the next week. And the next. Always some reason. Another order. A question about flavors. Once he brought me coffee. Didn't even order anything. Just said he was "in the area." He wasn't. I checked later. He lived 20 minutes away. I didn't trust it at first. I kept waiting for him to disappear. Men always did. But he kept showing up. I caught myself wondering — what's wrong with him? Why is he still single at 45? (Later I learned why but it's a separate tragic story.) But then I thought... he could be asking the same about me. And here we are. One evening, he stayed longer than usual. We sat at my kitchen table. Coffee getting cold. I didn't have anything clever to say, just talking and laughing. He looked at me and said something I'll never forget. "When I first met you, I saw Christ in you. In who you are. And I... I fell in love with you. With your courage. With how honest you are. I couldn't stop thinking about you." I didn't know what to say. My hands were shaking. 🥹 Six months later, this Christmas, he proposed. Right there at that same kitchen table. I couldn't speak. I just nodded. Then cried. Then finally said yes... 💍 Part of me still couldn't believe it. After all these years. Same room where I sat alone last year. Staring at the wall. Wondering if anyone would ever want me. Now he helps me with the bakery on weekends. He's talking about going full-time with me after the wedding. We're planning the future together. We talk about everything. About faith. About family. About what's next. 💕 When I thought I had made peace with being alone, God had other plans. Sorry I doubted you, God... 🙏 God didn't waste a single thing. Not the lonely years. Not the fear. Not the nights I questioned His plan. He wasn't punishing me. He was preparing me. If I had stayed hidden — too scared to be seen, too afraid to step into who He made me to be — he would have walked right past me. I know there's a woman reading this who feels invisible. Who's tired of waiting. Who wonders what's wrong with her. Nothing is wrong with you. You're the daughter of the King. 👑 Maybe God isn't making you wait for a man. Maybe He's waiting for you to stop hiding and grow closer to Him. To finally see yourself the way He sees you. It's not about becoming someone else. It's about becoming who God made you to be. I thought I was Ruth — quiet, waiting, invisible. Turns out I was Deborah all along. I just didn't know it yet. Maybe you're not who you think you are either. ✨ If you're curious, I'll leave the link below. He doesn't waste anything. Not one year. Not one tear. I love you, God. Amen 🙏❤️

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