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I grew up in the church. And even though I accepted God at a young age (according to my parents), for a while, I didn't really know what that meant. Every single time my 5th and 6th grade teacher would ask "Who wants to put their faith and trust in Jesus," I would always murmur a prayer under my breath just in case I was not saved. Maybe little me was genuine, but bigger me was on edges. 

Sure, I understood that Jesus died for me, and I knew that He loved me, but it was never personal. It was all head knowledge. I went about life with church as an accessory, not with God as my priority. I mean, just because I could recite many stories and verses in the Bible did not mean I was truly walking with Jesus.

In middle school I went to an event called Collision, where all the churches in the area "collided." It was then and there, during worship ("Holy Ground" by Passion), when I truly felt the Lord's presence. And although I never made a verbal commitment, my heart changed. It was one of the moments that truly made me desire a real relationship with Christ--a relationship not bound by my sins or failures, but a relationship filled with love, joy, and peace because of the cross.

And now, here I am. I have since learned that God wants us to have a personal relationship with Him. He wants us to talk to Him, to cry out to Him, and to share with Him every part of our lives because He loves us. He does not want us to hold Him in our heads, but He wants us to hold Him in our hearts.

I will not be perfect on this earth, but I believe God is working in me. I believe He has a will and a purpose for my life and your life that is good. He is loving, merciful, and never-failing, and I hope this blog inspires you. This is my journey. ❤