My story is not perfect. It has not been paved only with gold or shadowed entirely by despair. It is a tapestry of victories and failures, joy and sorrow, gain and loss. But in every chapter, I see the fingerprints of a loving God—guiding, shaping, and redeeming me.
I began my life with big dreams and fierce ambition, determined to make something meaningful of my life. I celebrated wins—earned promotions, completed projects, and impacted lives. When someone first called me a “leader,” it was not because of a title, but because I stood for something beyond myself. In those moments, I felt aligned with the purpose God planted in my soul.
However, I have also experienced deep, searing, and silent failure. I made decisions that cost me dearly. I trusted the wrong voices and ignored the quiet whisper of wisdom. I let fear speak louder than faith. In the process, I lost direction and large pieces of myself. I have wept over broken relationships, missed opportunities, and long seasons of silence from heaven. Yet even in those valleys, God was there – I didn’t know it.
Every hardship helped me grow—sometimes slowly and imperfectly, but always forward. Each failure became a lesson. Every delay is a redirection toward a better promise. Even when I doubted or broke down, God remained faithful. His love didn’t just restore me—it transformed me. Not into who I was, but into someone more compassionate, refined, and aligned with His will.
I’ve stood on mountaintops watching dreams come to life and lain in the dust with no ability to take another step. Both places were sacred because God met me in each one. His glory was not just in my success but in my becoming, through the refining fires and the quiet breakthroughs.
Yes, I’ve made wise, bold decisions that honored God. But I’ve also made painful mistakes that cost me peace and relationships. Through it all, I’ve learned to repent deeply, forgive fully, release freely, and love courageously.
Now, I strive not just to succeed, but to live with significance. I want to be the daughter my Heavenly Father delights in. I aim to lead with humility, serve with integrity, speak with grace, and act with purpose. My heart desires to point others to the One who never gave up on me—and never will, as he sustains me with His right hand of Justice and leads me in the way I should go.
I trust that God hears my daily prayers. He will answer them in His perfect timing and according to His will, which far surpasses anything I could orchestrate on my own.
At every step, I seek to reflect His presence—to be living proof that He still redeems, still restores, and still brings beauty from ashes. If there’s any light in me, it’s His glory. Any strength I have is His grace.
So, I keep moving forward—sometimes limping, sometimes running—but always looking toward heaven. Always believing that the best is ahead, not behind. And always becoming who God created me to be.
This is my story: a testimony of God’s power, a song of redemption, a life still being written by His hand.
“I am the Lord your God that sustains you with the right hand of justice and leads you in the way you should go.” Isaiah 48:17.