Wanting so desperately to be heard in a world full of voices speaking so loudly, I find myself wondering: How can I speak loudly enough to be heard? How can I move mountains with a faith that is so small? How is God so backwards, and still my soul longs after His ways? What in the world has made my longings so opposite from the rest of the world?
In the midst of all the noises and rushing and striving and wondering,
I hope that there is growing and stretching and strengthening and surviving.
Because what I’m more afraid of than anything is wasting my life.
I still believe I have a fire inside.
Not much has changed, and I am okay with that.
We all have a story to tell.
Mine may not seem to be anything wild or exciting from the outside. But when I look deeper, I see a thread of grace being woven through my story and ultimately connecting me to the Great Story of all time.
I’ve written a lot in my past, gone through seasons of silence, and then put down words again. This time I’m deciding to actively share.
Because what I have to say doesn’t make me any better, but it does often bring some attention to Jesus.
He called me to gentleness.
He called me His Lioness.
Those things don’t automatically seem to make sense together: but then again, not a lot about Jesus makes sense to us.
So, here we go! Thanks for peeking in on my journey, I pray that whatever you happen to see here brings you closer to the Lover of all people: Jesus.