At 25 years old, I am more than I thought I could be and yet still not where I thought I’d be. I’ve grown up in a lot of ways; and in other ways I am still figuring it out. I have come to learn things about myself that years ago I did not believe.

I am strong. There is a strength in me I never thought I had.I am responsible. I can take care of myself. I am reliable. I am faithful. Things that I thought would tear me apart and leave me lost and broken at best – have not. I have been hurt and I have feared but I believe I am stronger than I once knew.  I am a fighter. I fight for people and causes that move me. I believe strongly. And if I believe it , nothing can hinder that belief. I especially enjoy  believing in others; better believe I will partner with you in your  endeavors. For a long time I didn’t believe in myself – only relying on others to tell me what I was good at. I still have work to do in this area but I realize now, I do believe in myself. I care passionately  but I also act. When I am moved, I move- despite the crushing fear that may ensue.

I am going to change the world. I don’t  know how or why – but somehow I feel I  will make a difference;  you know, leave my mark on the world. Sometimes saying that makes me feel I am setting myself up for failure and I guess in a way I am. But if I’m failing, I’m trying,  if I’m trying, I’m risking, and if I’m risking, I am living boldly. And thats what I want to do. I want to be bold. To be bold enough  to live all that God has called me to: Unashamed, unafraid  with total abandon.

I am not sure what that looks like and that both scares and excites me. The beautiful unknown- that scary, newness fraught with new possibilities. Oh Lord, the places you shall take me. I believe you. Help my unbelief.