The Summer of 35

A Year Held Together by God This year has been nothing short of surreal. I look back and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming mix of gratitude, disbelief, and quiet awe. A few days ago, I finished reading the Bible, and the moment I closed that final page, something inside me stilled. It felt like the fullness of the journey settled into my spirit all at once. The entire year unfolded in front of me—every high, every dip, every moment I didn’t think I would make it through. And in all of it, the common thread was grace. Pure, unfiltered, undeserved grace. The Weight of the Year I won’t sugarcoat it I'm tired. Deeply tired. My body is tired, my mind is tired, and my spirit has carried weight after weight this year. There were days where I felt stretched thin, days where the pressure demanded more than I thought I had, days where I was convinced I had nothing left to give. And yet, when I reflect, I see so many moments where strength came from places I didn’t even know existed. ...

  Stepping Into the Life I Prayed For Surreal. That’s the only word that fits right now. The life I dreamt of, the one I worked for in faith, in tears, in discipline, in doubt, is slowly coming together. And I’m standing here feeling both happy and nervous in the same breath. I keep asking myself, “Am I ready? Am I capable? Am I worthy?” But even with those questions whispering at the back of my mind, my spirit refuses to sit still. My stance remains firm: I’m getting in anyway. I can’t sit back and let fear rob me of what I’ve prayed for. I can’t let my emotions dictate my destiny. The rooms I’m in today… Nothing could have prepared me for them. Nothing. So there was never a way for me to arrive “ready.” God positioned me, and now I’m learning to walk in that positioning with grace, humility, and courage. Embracing the Unknown The truth is, preparation can only take you so far. Some seasons require more willingness than readiness. And I’m willing. Excited. Open. Soft enou...