My story is one of twists and turns,

valleys and mountaintops, loss and redemption.

And I don’t regret a single moment stitched into my timeline,

because every moment has shaped who I am becoming in God.

Even when I didn’t know Him, He kept me.

Through the worst decisions, the darkest seasons, the moments I would rather forget. He kept me.

Not one choice I made was ever held against me.

Grace met me where judgment never could.

At my lowest, when I had given up completely and no longer wanted to live. There he was.

Not condemning. Not distant.

Present.

But God…….

His redemptive power didn’t rush me; it restored me slowly.

Layer by layer.

Breaking strongholds, lifting spirits of rejection, control, deception—

the ones that wrapped themselves around my identity and told me who I was.

When my strength finally ran out, that’s when His work truly began.

He brought me from ratchet to righteous—

not overnight, but in His perfect timing.

I am not polished.

I am not perfect.

I am a chosen mess.

And my mission is simple but holy:

to speak of His unfailing love, His mercy, and His grace.

To remind hearts that no matter where you’ve been or what you’ve walked through, you

still have purpose in Him.

This is a place of surrender.

A place to breathe again.

A place to learn that grace meets us in the breaking—and God finishes what He starts.

I’m still becoming.

Still surrendered.

Still held.

And if He can redeem my story, He can redeem yours too.