Blog 14: Blooming in Faith


— Good Friday Reflections on Spiritual Growth and Personal Belief

Good Friday is upon us—a day that has historically symbolized sacrifice, redemption, and deep introspection. Growing up, this day often came with tradition: going to church, dressing respectfully, sitting through solemn sermons, and quietly reflecting on the weight of the crucifixion. But this year, something within me feels different. I’m not just reflecting on Christ’s sacrifice; I’m reflecting on my own evolution—my spiritual journey, my changing values, and the way I experience God now.


There’s a quiet, profound appreciation for the path I’ve walked to get here. Life has not always been easy. My faith has been tested repeatedly. I’ve wrestled with questions that don’t have neat answers, with pain that didn’t come with instant healing, and with silence from God that felt louder than any noise. Yet, in all of that, something remained—this persistent knowing that I am seen, I am loved, and I am called to something greater.

I’m finding my voice again, even in the midst of chaos. Life has been unpredictable lately, but strangely, I’ve felt more connected to God than ever before. Not because I’m at church every Sunday or volunteering in the choir like I used to. In fact, I don’t serve actively at any one church right now. But I’ve come to realize that God didn’t just call me to serve within a physical building. He called me to serve His people, period. That could be in my writing, in the way I show up for friends, in how I pour love into strangers, or in how I keep pushing forward even when it’s hard.

As a grown woman, my spirituality has matured. I’m more focused on solidifying my own direct connection with God rather than depending solely on the interpretations of pastors or religious leaders. While I value the wisdom of spiritual guides, I know now that my personal relationship with the Divine matters just as much—if not more. I pray in my room, I cry in the car, I talk to God like He’s my oldest friend, and I feel Him showing up in the smallest, most unexpected ways.

This season is personal. I am learning to love my journey with all its detours. I'm unlearning shame and choosing intimacy over performance. I no longer seek to impress the world with how “perfect” my faith looks—I just want to be real. I want to live boldly, to love deeply, and to bloom fully in whatever season God has me in.

So today, I say to anyone feeling disconnected or unsure—your spiritual walk doesn’t need to be traditional to be powerful. You are allowed to redefine what connection looks like. You are allowed to question, to grow, and to rediscover yourself in new light.

Love your journey. Trust that you are not behind. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be. And when it’s time, let yourself bloom unapologetically—in full color and in full faith.

Amen 

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