Over the past eighteen months, my God has shown such faith in me that I never knew it was possible. Countless times, I have found myself standing in situations I realized He had arranged years in advance. During this season, I have witnessed numerous tangible miracles. Now I find myself moving almost on autopilot, preparing for something I cannot yet see, but that the Spirit already recognizes. A year ago, I would have stopped to question everything I was doing. Yet here I am. Wiser than ever before, trusting and knowing with complete certainty that anything born from Him is never in vain.
My heart is overflowing with joy, even as I say goodbye to old places and familiar things. Perhaps I am writing this letter mostly for myself, because I honestly do not know whether I can publish it. My mother, who faithfully follows my blog, will probably not understand it. But I know these words will reach one particular pair of eyes… Someone who is walking this same path in their own calling. They know. They understand what is happening right now.
This past year has required countless moments like these. Under Christ’s guidance, I have been able to unravel old wounds and release long-held trauma. I have laid down many masks and layers the world had placed upon me. Yeshua has truly cleansed me of everything that does not belong to what lies ahead. There is a reason this season is often called a baptism by fire. It has burned. It has refined.
For the first time, my journey finally makes sense. The things I did as a little child. The struggles I carried for so many years. I was like Peter at the Mount of Transfiguration, responding to my calling long before its appointed time, only to feel foolish afterward. Yet in the company of heaven, it became an important lesson. My heart, my ability to hear, and my desire to understand were all being tested.
This journey has been just as much for me as it has been for God. I have learned from Him, and He has come to know me. We have restored our relationship and rebuilt our trust in one another. We have learned to work together again 💛
I lift my eyes and notice the birds flying overhead. They have rarely been seen on this side of the house before. Yet over the past week, there have been so many of them. I cannot help but think of Christopher Columbus. Of the birds that signaled he was nearing America… And I cannot help but smile, because as I write these words, the presence of the Holy Spirit sweeps over me.
There is so much more I long to tell you, my dear readers. So much I wish I could explain. But for now, I will keep this short and promise to open these things up in future posts. A new era has begun, and my desire is to help lead you into it as well. So bookmark this website, and you’ll see what the Spirit and I are building together.
I love you dearly 💖
His cup is difficult to drink from, but I have drunk from it. And through it comes life, even if it first requires you to lose your own. I am living proof of that.
So trust Him, depend on Him, and bloom wherever He has planted you 🌿
Until next time!
(And you… Yes, you—so long-awaited . I’ll see you soon!)
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