If you had met me a few years ago, you probably wouldn’t recognize the woman writing these words today.

I grew up hearing about God, but there is a difference between knowing of Him and truly knowing Him. For much of my life, I believed I had things figured out. I relied on my own understanding, chased the things I thought would satisfy me, and carried questions I didn’t even know how to ask.

So I did what so many others do, I searched. I found half truths that felt good to my flesh. Beautiful Crystals and Sage for protection, Zodiacs and horoscopes to learn about who I am, False religions that sounded logical, Palm readings to figure out what my future may hold. Any and everything that felt cool, fun, and promising.

Then God interrupted my life.

Not through a perfect sermon or because I suddenly became “religious,” but through His relentless grace. He met me where I was; in my questions, my brokenness, my pride, my searching, my doubt, and my ordinary life. He began revealing Himself in ways I could no longer ignore.

It started with a dream. My mind was so busy and the world was so loud that He waited until my spirit was the most meek and my mind was at rest. From then on, I began following my dreams and allowing them to guide me through scripture.

The Holy Spirit began speaking and the more I listened, the quieter the world became. It began to transform me. The Bible stopped feeling like an old man-made book and began feeling alive. My testimony wasn’t built in a single moment but through countless moments where God patiently taught, corrected, refined, guided, and carried me.

Today, I’m still learning.

I’m still growing.

I’m still studying.

And in this season, I’ve gained the courage to be bold in my faith.