12/01/2025
Here I am, Lord; send me.
The first time I read that verse, it became my motto. Shortly after I was saved, I promised God that I would do whatever He called me to do, and I was sincere when I said it.
That hasn’t always been easy, and I sure haven’t always been obedient.
This past summer was hard for me, to say the least. Nothing seemed to be going right; I felt as though I was regressing regarding my mental health, and a “crash out” each day was imminent. Circumstances that had brought back painful memories that had me feeling less than, leaving me to doubt everything.
I felt stuck. I was stuck.
Then came the Sunday in August. Standing in my kitchen, I surrendered to God’s path in this season, laying aside my wants. Something I do the hard way more often than not.
He’s been moving ever since.
In the midst of starting a podcast, He’s opened so many other doors, and in the process, He’s moving me back home.
Sure, I feel overwhelmed, and oftentimes discouraged as I wait for all the pieces to fall into place.
However, one thing remains.
I press toward the high mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14.
That’s where I find peace through it all.