This will be my first blog entry, and in all honesty, it feels like a small step toward the kind of work I hope to do for Christ. People say every journey begins with a single step, but I feel as though I’ve been walking for a long time already. My inner world has changed so completely that turning that transformation outward still feels like a struggle.
Getting past my insecurities, my worries, and my desire for perfection are obstacles I could never overcome alone. Yet Jesus has been faithfully pruning my heart—reshaping my desires, softening my disposition, and stripping away the illusions I once clung to. And with each fallen-away sin, I see a thousand more. I know this step will be followed by endless others, and by grace, I pray to keep walking.
More than anything, I want the faith to not just believe, but to share that belief with anyone who will listen. A fire has started in my soul—burning in my bones in a way I can no longer hold in. Everything He has removed falls into that fire, fueling it far beyond what I ever could. Even the loudest chaos cannot drown out the whisper of truth. My vision may wander for a moment, but He gently guides me back into His pasture, where I belong.
And if my words ever feel empty, may the courage to write at all be the meaning found in them. Because even a trembling voice can still point toward Him.
This will be my first blog entry, and in all honesty, it feels like a small step toward the kind of work I hope to do for Christ. People say every journey begins with a single step, but I feel as though I’ve been walking for a long time already. My inner world has changed so completely that turning that transformation outward still feels like a struggle.
Getting past my insecurities, my worries, and my desire for perfection are obstacles I could never overcome alone. Yet Jesus has been faithfully pruning my heart—reshaping my desires, softening my disposition, and stripping away the illusions I once clung to. And with each fallen-away sin, I see a thousand more. I know this step will be followed by endless others, and by grace, I pray to keep walking.
More than anything, I want the faith to not just believe, but to share that belief with anyone who will listen. A fire has started in my soul—burning in my bones in a way I can no longer hold in. Everything He has removed falls into that fire, fueling it far beyond what I ever could. Even the loudest chaos cannot drown out the whisper of truth. My vision may wander for a moment, but He gently guides me back into His pasture, where I belong.
And if my words ever feel empty, may the courage to write at all be the meaning found in them, and remind that even a trembling voice can still point toward Him.