Fifty Stories Later

When I first started this blog, there actually was a plan... though I didn’t realize how deep it would go at the time. The plan was to talk about the things no one wanted to talk about. The taboo topics. The ones that might make a few church grandmas clutch their pearls and tilt their glasses down.

It all started with a Facebook status in April 2019. I was upset, like, “I need to get this off my chest before I explode” upset. A guest preacher had said something that didn’t sit right with me, and instead of letting it go, I did what any passionate, opinionated 20-something would do… I posted about it.

And that post? It lit something in me. Not just the frustration... but the realization that there were other people who felt the same way. People who loved Jesus but also wrestled with their faith in real, messy, human ways. Seven months later, I turned that fire into my very first blog post.

If you know me, you know I’ve always been opinionated. I’m not afraid to speak up, not afraid to ask the question everyone else is dancing around, and definitely not afraid to feel something deeply. I genuinely don’t care what people have to say about it... because guess what? I’m the main character in my world. If I have a thought or a question, why not say it? Sure, there’s a time and place for everything, and not every thought needs a microphone, but when it’s something that matters... something people are probably wondering too, I’m going to speak on it. Scared of change? Scared of what the older generation might think? Don’t be. If nobody ever challenges tradition, we stay stuck in cycles God has been trying to break for decades.

I didn’t know it then, but that post was the beginning of a new kind of ministry for me: one that wasn’t polished or perfect, but honest. I wanted to create a space where faith and real life could actually exist in the same sentence.

Fifty posts later, I look back and smile because what started as a “rant with purpose” has turned into a rhythm of reflection. I’ve written through heartbreak, healing, transitions, and transformation. I’ve wrestled with God, laughed at myself, and shared lessons I didn’t even know I was learning in real time.

This blog became more than just a corner of the internet; it became a conversation. A place where faith could be authentic and human, where questions were allowed, and where grace didn’t need to be dressed up to be real.

Looking back, every post carries a piece of me... the boldness of that Facebook status, the softness of a prayer journal entry, and the honesty of a woman growing in faith while figuring out life.

To the ones who’ve read, shared, commented, or just quietly nodded along - thank you. You’ve been part of this journey in ways I’ll never fully be able to explain.

Fifty posts in, I still don’t have all the answers. But I’ve found peace in the process. Purpose in the questions. And joy in knowing that every time I hit “publish,” I’m not just releasing words, I’m releasing healing, hope, and a little bit of holy rebellion.

So here’s to the next fifty... to more truth-telling, more grace, and more moments that make the church grandmas raise an eyebrow. Because if it starts a conversation that leads us closer to God’s heart, I’d say it’s worth it.