In my young adult years, I had a hard time being seen for who I was.
I was always identified by where I grew up, whose sister I was or who I hung out with. Although I loved those aspects of myself, I was more.
As years went on, I had to make choices for my happiness. Choices often opposite of what I thought was expected of me. That meant becoming vulnerable to change and criticism.
That shift came with a yearning to experience more of what life had to offer. I began to look outside the walls put in place by others and myself to live a life God wanted me to live.
I began to capture these experiences in my writing. This became a way for me to purge, process and heal.
This blog is that journey and it continues. A journey full of love, tears, pride and lots of laughs.
Thanks for joining me.
Beloved Community or not?
A few years ago, I wanted to be involved in a church that was close to my home.
The church supported causes that I was passionate about. I was excited for the chance to serve with this team of people. I joined a bible study to get to know a few people. I shared with the group my desire to serve and I was later connected to one of the ministry leaders. In a brief conversation, I learned two of the three ministries did not need any more people.