Look y’all. Here I am. I’m actually typing this. Well, by now you’re reading it so I’m actually done typing. (I really hope you’re reading it and I haven’t just slid this into my drafts and left it to collect metaphorical dust.) Assuming I DID finish typing this, let’s dive in.
So, as I said in my last post, my journey through faith has been a bit of a roller coaster. (Quick moment of authenticity though, so has yours, and everyone else’s.) I’ve really had some mountain highs and valley lows, do ya hear me? The beauty of these moments though, is that the Lord promises to be with us in both. The God of the mountain IS the God of the valley. He is just as near to us when we were in the pit as He was when we were on top of it all.
I don’t think I fully grasped this as a “baby-believer.” I think maybe I was convinced everything was supposed to be rainbows and daisies from the moment I surrendered my life to God. ( HA )
The truth of the matter is that trouble is kind of inevitable in a fallen world.
I began writing this particular post in march of 2021 and it is November 29th 😂 one day I’m gonna get consistent with this.
So let’s hop back in, shall we? Since February I have, gone into a deep depression, processed trauma, started an internship as a counseling intern, been revealed to my spiritual giftings, prayed with strangers in parking lots, and am starting a ministry. A lot happens in a few months 😂
So I am listening to the Holy Spirit, maybe I will stick to writing here this time. Or not.
Stick around to found out I guess 🤷🏼♀️ – I’ll dive into the Spiritual gifts next time.


