Having grown up in the Church, I’ve always known about God. I’ve known about the cross, about the resurrection, about the veil, about the virgin birth, about Abraham, Isaac, David, Rahab, Jephthah, Ezekiel… But there was the issue: I had known, I didn’t believe. I was twelve when I stepped into a relationship with Christ and eighteen when, in a radical encounter with the Lord, fully bought in. The Lord called me into vocational ministry my junior year of college and I am currently pursuing that path.

I’ve been glorifying God with my other talents for eight years but my earliest memories are of me writing and thinking of stories. I’ve written many things in my life but nothing I’ve shared, nothing directly glorifying to the Lord. This is where that changes. It’s scary, showing a passion not many people know that you have. Embarrassing, in a way. But I can’t care anymore. I need to use all of my talents for the Lord. That’s our design, right?