There was a time I questioned whether God could use someone like me—someone still healing, still learning, still figuring out how to be consistent in prayer, still navigating emotions that didn’t always feel holy. I thought weakness disqualified me. I thought vulnerability made me less valuable. I thought influence required perfection. But then I remembered the moment my foster mom shared her testimony with me—a story filled with trauma, truth, and triumph. She didn’t come

“The same thing I see in you.” That was what the Lord whispered to me one Wednesday evening, in the middle of prayer. Earlier that day, I couldn’t shake the story of the woman at the well. It replayed in my mind on a loop—unusual, because while I was familiar with the story, I never considered it particularly relatable or teachable for me. I knew it, but I didn’t see myself in it. And then I did what we’re often hesitant to do. I asked God. “What did You see in her?” I assume

Here’s my confession: I stopped treading water and started trusting the One who walked on it. If you’ve been looking for love in all the wrong places, taking advice from false sources, or living for yourself, maybe it’s time to admit the one thing you haven’t done yet — repent. Whether today is January 1st, the start of a new year, or June 14th, the middle of your exhaustion — this can be your moment. The day you stop striving and start surrendering. Each step is a step towar

Maybe it’s time to confess — I’ve struggled with distinguishing my best from the Lord’s yes. For a long time, I didn’t believe it was okay if I didn’t get it right the first time. I didn’t believe it was okay to not be one hundred percent sure I was making the best decision. And I certainly didn’t believe it was okay to give something a real shot, even if I might fail. But it is. Because He is with me. I’ve been guilty of thinking I could disappoint God by not succeeding — as

A few years ago, someone asked me a question that stopped me in my tracks: “If you wrote a book about your life, would it be about the pain of rejection or the power of God’s restoration?” That one question changed everything. It reminded me that my life was never meant to be reduced to a collection of heartbreaks, disappointments, or unfulfilled ambitions. There had to be more. A deeper meaning. A greater mission. From that moment on, I made a decision: My life will be lived