Last Sunday

This past Sunday, I filled in for the pastor of my home church, which is always such a joy – it doesn’t get much more fun than leading the church you’ve grown up in. Normally, I, being the sappy person I am, take time to write after each ministry experience I have, whether on the blog or on social media, simply because I love keeping the memories of the ministry that I have the privilege of being a part of, given every experience is special, different, and teaches me lessons that I want to carry with me as I continue on this journey. However, I didn’t make a post about this past Sunday, I wasn’t going to write about it at all, and I would have been perfectly fine with simply forgetting Sunday happened, if that tells you anything about how much I need to work on not being hard on myself for things I can’t control. While it may have taken me a little longer than usual to see the good in this past Sunday, I see it clearly now and finally wanted to write, because writing is therapeutic, and also because I think it’s important to share the wonderful ministry experiences, as well as the tougher and more challenging ones. After all, that is ministry – a beautiful mess, amen?

Sunday was one of the more challenging leadership experience’s I’ve had, not because of anything bad, rather, because it required a lot of quick thinking and leadership skills that I had never really put into practice before. It was just one of those Sunday’s where some things didn’t go quite right, and we had to improvise (which, I’ve found is rather frequently the case in ministry). If I’ve learned anything in so far in my ministry journey, it’s that you can only plan so much, which really goes for any field, I’d say.

So – last Sunday.

We had our 9:00 am blended service, and all was well. I did, however, have to essentially cancel Communion, although it was in the bulletin and already on the alter. I, someone who is not yet an ordained elder, am not allowed to preside over Holy Communion, so, while nobody wants to be the person to cancel Communion and change up the order of worship, I also didn’t want to be the certified candidate who got in trouble for doing something they weren’t supposed to. So, after granting myself a minute to figure out what to do in place of the Communion that was supposed to happen, I pulled my thoughts together, improvised, and led the best way I saw fit. I couldn’t preside, and I obviously couldn’t skip over it without saying something, so, I made the executive decision to nix Communion, and instead, provide a time of quiet reflection and prayer, which I would then close out in a longer, post-communion prayer.

It was fine. Before the moment of silent prayer and reflection, I told the congregation why we could not have Communion that day, and during the quiet time, people still took advantage of the alters and prayed, which I was so happy to see. It didn’t throw anyone off and there were no folks with torches and pitch forks coming after me after the service ended for canceling the Sacrament, so, all was well. In fact, after the service, people were quick to make it known to me that they understood why I did what I did.

So then, the second service rolled around at 11:00 am. Normally, I wear the mic that my pastor always uses, which goes around the ear, but on Sunday, the sound guy and I decided to use a different mic (shout out to Carl – he rocks). The decision to use another mic was mainly because that particular ear mic always gets stuck in my long hair, but also because I absolutely hate that mic (# preacher probs?). The mic that we chose to use clipped right onto my shirt and the battery box fit right in my pocket – simple, right? We tested it before the service, changed the batteries, and it was fine (for the time being).

During the sermon at the second service, the mic started giving me major problems. I thought my hair was irritating it, as per usual, so I flung my hair back, but alas, even when my hair was nowhere near the mic, or the chord, it acted up. The mic started making this weird humming noise, and normally, I would continue my sermon as though nothing was wrong, but y’all – I could not focus on the words coming out of my mouth which I knew meant that the congregation could not focus on what I was saying either. I quickly came to the realization that there was no way I could continue preaching with it, but, continuing to preach as though everything was fine was all I knew to do.

Our sound guy, Carl, was waving at me from up in the sound booth (which overlooks the sanctuary, towards the choir loft) and he was pointing to go grab the handheld mic. Well, I didn’t know where the handheld mic was. Normally, it sits right next to the pulpit on its little shelf, but it wasn’t there. He continued pointing, so, after getting to a point in my sermon where a pause would be a little less awkward and abrupt, I winged it, walking over towards the lectern, where I thankfully spotted the handheld mic.

(If you’ve ever found yourself preaching a sermon while watching someone try to tell you something using only hand motions as a humming microphone is buzzing in your ear, it is not particularly the easiest thing in the world.)

But, I retrieved the handheld mic, made my way back to the pulpit, where I would finally be able to finish delivering my sermon with a mic that was much clearer and worked much, much better.

(or, so I thought)

Would you believe that not even 1 minute after beginning to use the handheld mic, it, too began not working, fading in and out every other word that I spoke?

I could see people in the congregation shaking their heads (which is really never something you want to see, ha). I saw the sound guys up in the booth scratching their heads and wracking their brains trying to figure it out. At that point, I (mentally) threw my hands up and kept preachin’ on, because at that point, there really was nothing else I could think to do. Thankfully, the sound on the handheld mic eventually started consistently working (still not perfect, but could have been worse). The service ended and I swear I have never taken such a big sigh of relief.

I am grateful for the encouragement folks had to offer me following the service, given the difficulty that we had had with the mics. Being told by others that they were proud of how I handled it really lifted my sunken spirits, even though it didn’t change how bummed I was, to say the least, about all of that. It is by God’s grace that I held my own and remained calm and collected, because I wanted nothing more than to climb into a corner and cry a few tears of frustration. But I am glad to have chosen to lead, rather than having given up or crumbled under the pressure to “fix it quickly.” And I know a large reason as to why I was able to press through that was due to the wonderful leadership of my pastors through the years who have modeled well for me how to handle these types of situations gracefully and calmly. (thank you, pastors!!!)

I am such a perfectionist, so although I could have controlled none of what happened on Sunday, I was hard on myself afterwards, because ministry is my heart, and so, I put my entire heart into leading these church services. But let me tell ya – ministry is a really great field to have your perfectionism challenged, and maybe even one day, these things will be able to happen without being a worry wart about it.

I am still super good at beating myself up over imperfections, even when I have no control over them, but I am working on it (as are all of us). I may be 21 and I may have been preaching for a while now but I am still human. No matter how old I am or how many times I lead church, I’ll always be human and I’ll always want to do my best. And on Sunday, I did do my best, it was just clouded by the mishaps. But I see it now!

While you and I cannot control everything that happens, we can control how we respond. Sunday, while I wasn’t able to choose to laugh it off or forget about it right away (hence why it took me till’ Thursday to write about it), I am able to laugh at it now, it just took me a couple days to let that lesson sink in – that you don’t have to be perfect even at the things you’re passionate about doing. And also, you choose whether you let something continue to bother you or not. You choose whether you’re going to keep on keepin’ on or whether you give up. Remember that!

Lastly, I just have to say that I am so thankful to be learning these lessons young, and gaining these different experiences, whether they are good, challenging, or somewhere in between. Ministry will always surprise me and throw new challenges my way, but I am so very confident in God’s ability to help me handle it all (something I neglect to remember often). Somehow, however, I have found somewhere in me enough crazy ti count all of this as joy, because ministry is just that – a joy, and it is something God has called me to. It’s beautiful, it’s difficult, but it is nothing less than a joy. To be in ministry everywhere we go, all for Jesus himself – to know him, to preach about him, to tell others about him, to share what he’s done in our lives, to have his call upon our hearts, to fill us with passion and his spirit to pursue those passions and calls, to go be disciples and to make disciples – what a life!

Today (& every day) I am grateful that nothing – no technology complications or any unplanned circumstances – can get in the way of the Holy Spirits power, which comes upon us and enables us to be witnesses of Jesus Christ.

We love ya, Jesus, & thank you for enabling us to press on — it’s all for You.



Give me Jesus

I heard this song for the first time this past weekend while I was at church. I loved it, not only because the praise band was singing it beautifully, but because this right here is exactly what I needed to hear- Jesus!

His name just makes me so happy. So much has been about him lately, and I love it.

Today in convocation, Jesus was the name we were lifting up. Jesus was the name we were proclaiming. We were singing his name out loud. Rejoicing because he is so good, so loving, so generous. He laid down his life for us- it only makes sense that you would want to lay down your life for him and his glory, am I right?

This past week, my pastor asked me to give the sermon for one of our Christmas eve services at church (YAY). Now, obviously giving a sermon on Christmas eve involves talking about Jesus. After all, Christmas is about His birth.
He is everything. If you have Jesus, you have all you need.

These past few days, I’ve really been in need of Jesus. So desperately in need of him.
I’ve been struggling with some personal battles, I’ve been overwhelmed, I’ve been exhausted and drained, I’ve been sleep deprived, I’ve been anxious, and I’ve been in need of Jesus. I’m always in need of him. Through everything, he is the one I need. He is the one who is going to deliver me from the battles I face. He is the one who is going to help me through each trial, and through every ounce of sadness I have, he is going to be there, to wipe every tear, and listen to every prayer.

Just as this song says, “you can have all this world, just give me Jesus.”

That is how I feel right now.

I’ve been struggling with finding something to post about for days now, and then I finally decided, why not just write about Jesus, simply because he deserves the praise. He deserves to be written about, and he deserves to be spoken about.

I’m so excited to preach on Christmas eve. I’m excited to share the gospel, and talk about how Jesus was born and given to us, from God, knowing His only son, Jesus, would be killed for my sins. I’m excited to say his name over and over again, and stand in the presence of him, while I tell a whole congregation about him.

I’m so glad I heard this beautiful song this past Sunday. I’m glad because now I have a simple song that I can turn to when I need a reminder, that at the end of the day, Jesus is all I need. He is all I need.

I don’t need this world, and I don’t need the things in it. no. My soul longs for something more. Jesus is more. His love is eternal. His life was laid down for mine. His grace is sufficient. His goodness, it’s never-ending.

I’m so thankful for you, Jesus.
You are my rock.
You have given me life. You gave me life when I didn’t think I wanted one anymore. You gave me strength when I was all out. You were and are my best friend. You’re there for me when no one else is. You’re there to be a shoulder to lean on when I’m alone.

You are Christ. You are my Savior, my Redeemer.

I love you so much.

I know this was a short and simple post, but I wanted to remind you all, and remind myself, of how great our God is, for sending such a person as Jesus.
Such a kind hearted, loving, compassionate, generous, and forgiving being.

He deserves to be praised, you all. He deserves to have all the posts in the world be about him.

If you’ve had a busy couple of weeks as I have, just remember how good your Savior is. Remember how much he loves you. Remember how strong he is.

When you’re struggling to get through the day, just look up, and pray, “give me Jesus,” and surely, he will be there.

A happy, simple, Sunday.

If you know me, you know it wouldn’t be a normal Sunday if I didn’t say or tweet “happy Sunday” at least once… so happy Sunday!

I love Sundays for a lot of reasons, and today was the perfect example of why this is so.

I went to church, as I always do- although, the church I attended was my “church home away from home,” (because I am at school), but I love my church home away from home. The people are great, the music is great, the pastors are wonderful, and God’s love and grace is very present there.

So I went to church, and my sister was visiting this weekend, so I got to take her along with me to church, which was great. After church, we went to Starbucks, then we came back to my dorm and packed up her stuff and I sent her on her way back to her own college. After that, I went to the library with a good friend of mine to do some homework, and then I came back to my dorm, caught up on some of my favorite shows, then went to the gym to work out.

This is my version of a pretty basic, simple day.

After I finished my work out, I decided to walk back to my dorm. Whenever it’s dark out when I finish at the gym, I usually walk home because it’s so peaceful and relaxing. Tonight, right when I stepped outside of the student union, where the gym is located, it was nice and breezy, and I don’t know if it was the endorphins or whatever, but I felt as if a weight had been lifted.

I could feel God, I could feel the nice cool breeze on my skin, and I could feel my worries, anxieties and fears being taken away and brought right on up to heaven where the Lord can take care of them.

Despite today being a pretty laid back and simple kinda’ day, I had some things that were weighing on my mind, and I had some personal issues I was struggling with internally, and that’s why I decided to hit the gym. Working out is always a good way to clear my head and get my thoughts (and body) in order.

As I was walking back to my dorm, I started watching some short videos I had taken on my phone from the Tenth Avenue North concert that I went to a couple nights ago, and I also watched some videos from the home football games my school has had so far (we’ve won both home games so far GO LU)

As I was watching those videos, it reminded me of some pretty important things.

I was reminded that first of all, there is more to life.
There is more to life than the bad days that we have.
There is more to life than the struggles we face, whether it be on a daily basis, or an unpredictable basis.
There is more to life than the number on the scale, or the way you look, or the clothes you wear.
There is more to life than the things and people that bring us down.
There is more to life than what we do here on this earth.
There is more to life than the worries that keep us up at night.

The things I was personally struggling with today, can either screw up the rest of my night, carry into tomorrow and make tomorrow miserable for me as well, or they can make me stronger and I can let them go.

When I was at church today, I was so happy.
Nothing too big or exciting happened, I was simply happy, because I was there, at church, with my sister, listening to the pastors there who I already feel so connected with and comfortable around.
I felt happy because I was in God’s house. A safe place where I can worship him with other Christian’s who love him just as much as I do, but who also are sinners, and mess up, and stray away from God. They’re not perfect, just like I’m not perfect.
One of my biggest fears coming to college was not being able to find a good church to attend, but I did, rather quickly, and I am so, SO thankful for that.

Today was happy and it was simple, and if I hadn’t of gone to the gym and then decided to walk home, I probably wouldn’t be thinking that right now.

Tomorrow is a brand new day, and the things that held us back today and the things that we struggle with today, do not have to have power over us tomorrow, or even tonight.
I’m choosing to let those negative thoughts that I was thinking earlier today, vanish right now and not carry them into tomorrow. Tomorrow’s Monday, it’s the start of a new week, and I’m not about to start the new week on a bad note.

I want the message of this post to be, that we have complete and total control over our thoughts, you guys. I understand (trust me I do understand) if you struggle with a mental illness or something to that affect, it’s hard to control your thoughts, especially when your thoughts are super negative, but it’s possible to control how you react to those thoughts, and it’s possible to change your attitude and perspective.

Today could have been a really crappy day, despite going to church, despite going to the gym, and despite my sister being here. It could have been a really crappy day because I was letting my negative thoughts control my mood. I was letting them control my energy level. I was letting them control me, and make my entire day negative. BUT it wasn’t a crappy day. It wasn’t a crappy day because I decided to rise above those negative, destructive, useless thoughts and issues, and make myself the happy and energetic person I strive to be on a daily basis.

I chose to end this day on a positive note.
I chose to walk home and be in the presence of God, who I know is always, always, always going to be there to lift me up when I’m down.
I chose to remind myself that tomorrow is a brand new day.
It’s a new day that will be positive and good so long as I choose to make it so.

It’s all about perspective, you all, and it’s all about what you choose to do, and think.

So, to each and every one of you, happy Sunday.

I hope you had a wonderful day and didn’t let any negativity control your Sunday.

After all, Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest, relaxation, and calmness. It says so right there in the Bible!!!!!!!!!

(lol, I’m such a Jesus freak)



okay goodnight, I love you all

In oceans deep, my faith will stand.

I think we all know that the title of this post is from the worship song, “Oceans.” It’s one of my all time favorites, and I’m sure many of you feel the same way!

I chose these particular lyrics because it’s relevant to what I, and I’m sure, many other college students go through.

Your faith will be tested.

You get stressed out, you doubt God and whether he’s actually with you or not, you question why you believe what you believe, you get anxiety, maybe even an anxiety attack here and there, you fail an exam, you feel lonely, you get ditched by your friends, you gain or lose weight, you cry yourself to sleep, you sleep through your alarm, you forget you have a paper due at midnight and it’s 11:30…

These are all things that may have already happened to you during your time in college, or things that may eventually happen to you during your time in college.
I know a few of these things have already happened to me, and I’ve only been in college for 4 weeks!

My point of all of this is, you are going to face trials through out your time in school, and way beyond school as well. You’re going to have your faith tested. You’re going to want to give up on yourself, and you may even at some point want to give up on God.

You’re going to struggle with things that you’re not going to have any idea how to handle. You’re going to endure pain that makes you question God, and doubt his love for you, or even maybe doubt his existence. Even without the pain, you may come to a point where you wonder why you believe in God.

“Where’s the proof?” “Why do I even need to believe in a God?” “I don’t need to be a Christian to be happy.”

Your faith is going to be tested. A lot.

But through it all, your faith will stand.

I know you’re probably thinking, “well, how is my faith supposed to stand if I’m questioning God and wondering why I have faith in him to begin with?”

My answer to you is this-

Your faith will stand, because you have God in your life. You’ve had God in your life since the day he decided to create you. You’ve had him in your life, more intimately, ever since you accepted Jesus as your Lord and Savior. (AKA when you became “saved”)

Your faith will stand because regardless of what you’re going through, and regardless of what your thoughts, doubts, opinions, or beliefs are while you’re faith is being tested, God is still with you.

God is still in love with you.

Even when you’re wondering where he is, or why he’s making you struggle through something, and even when you’re completely blaming him and getting angry at him, he still loves you. He is still right there beside you. He still believes in you.

He believes that you will realize what he’s doing. John 13:7 says it right there in scripture, “you do not realize now what I am doing, but someday you will.”

God believes that you will see what he is doing, in time.

In Jeremiah 29:11, God clearly tells us he has a plan for each of us, and I am sure it is written many other times through out scripture. God created that plan before we were even born. Because of that, he knows exactly when you’re going to struggle. He knows exactly when you’re going to doubt him, and question what he’s doing and why. He knows every single little thing that has happened to you, and every single little thing that is going to happen to you.

God doesn’t expect us to be perfect. He knows we’re going to screw up. He knows we’re going to sin. HE KNOWS WE ARE SINNERS.

Your faith is going to stand because even in the midst of anger, sadness, depression, anxiety, fear, and hatred, you are still going to have faith, even if it’s the slightest bit of faith, you’re going to have it!

And you wanna’ know why?

It’s because you know God.

You’ve known God for so long, you’ve put your trust and faith in him so many times, for me, it’s almost like I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I didn’t put my faith in him.

Your faith will stand.

In oceans deep, you still have God. God still loves you. God is still there for you. God still knows you and calls you by name. God still forgives you.

God still has faith in you.

Just when my hallelujah was tired, you gave me a new song.

So, funny story… I actually never knew this was a song until about yesterday. (It’s called “Letting Go” by Bethel, look it up it’s great.)

I’ve always just loved this quote (or these song lyrics, I guess I should say, now that I know it’s a song)
Not only do I love the lyrics, but I love how relatable it is. We all eventually hit a point (for me, there have been many of these points) where we feel tired, exhausted, and almost seem to think “having faith” is pointless.
Sometimes you just get to a point where you want to give up. I know the feeling, and it sucks, but it’s reality.

I was feeling this way a few days ago.
I was getting too caught up in my school work- school work which, by the way, includes reading and writing about scripture. I was getting so caught up in the work and the business aspect of ministry and church and the Bible, I wasn’t taking the necessary time I needed to stop, relax, and absorb God’s word from a not so forced or busy standpoint.

Just as I was feeling all of this stress and anxiety about the work and my faith being challenged that week, I was able to overcome that anxiety and not-so-great feeling, by reminding myself that I was going home that weekend!

So, I’m home right now, and I head back to school later this evening. I got to go to my church today, which was basically one of the main reasons I was so excited to come home. (that, and, well, seeing my cat Smokey of course)
So I got to see my lovely church family, and I even got to participate in worship.
I feel renewed. I feel refreshed. I feel prepared. I feel ready. I feel pumped. I feel relaxed. I feel loved. I feel strong. I feel confident.
Most importantly, I feel God.

I feel him with me. I feel him cheering me on. I feel his encouragement, his love, his strength, his wisdom. I know he is with me. I know he planned for me to come home before I even did. I know that he knew I needed this quick trip home, in order to feel refreshed, both with my faith, and with myself.

Just as I was feeling tired, drained, and out of energy, God stepped in a made me new.
I’m going to go back to school tonight feeling much different than when I left.
I’m going to take on this week with enthusiasm, strength, confidence, and with a kind and loving heart. I’m so excited to see what God does with my life in college.

I’m so excited to see what he does with my life in general.

It’s funny, because I really have no idea what exactly I’m going to be doing in my future. I don’t know where I’ll end up. What major I’ll have, what jobs I’ll have, who I’ll meet, or anything that happens. BUT I’m not fearing, because God knows all those things. Why would I need to know? If God, the creator of all things, knows?

There are going to be times in my life where I feel lost, sad, confused, scared, and tired. There will be times where my faith is shaken, or even a little lost, but God’s still going to be there. He knows I’m not perfect. He knows my faith is not perfect. But as long as I have faith in my perfect God, there is no need to worry or fear.

Thank you God, for giving me a new song.

I remain confident of this; I will see the goodness of the Lord.

Psalm 27:13
Going away to college and (temporarily) leaving my church home behind was very difficult for me, because I am so close to my church family, and after all, I’ve attended there all my life, so it was a given that it would be hard and very sad.
I did not bring my car with me my first semester, because it’s good to get familiar with the campus and get used to walking around your freshman year, so they say. (also parking is so unnecessarily expensive)
I knew I wanted to find a church here in my college’s town to attend while I’m here, but I also expected it to be somewhat difficult considering I didn’t have my car, and the campus buses don’t take you around the city.
The first week I was here, I drove to a church of my denomination with another student here at school, but she ended up leaving the school, so when I found that out, I felt kind of stuck! I knew that the church had a shuttle, but the man who drove the shuttle had not returned any of my calls.
I went into panic mode because it was Saturday evening, and the man had still not called me back. I was on the verge of a breakdown because attending a church off campus was so important to me, for various reasons, and the thought of not being able to do so, made me pretty upset.
While I was driving to dinner with some friends, however, the man finally called me back. We sorted all the details about him picking me up and all, and it was set! He would pick me up in the morning on campus and drive me to the church on the shuttle.
A weight had been lifted and I couldn’t help but continue to repeat, “thank you God, thank you God.”
When I woke up the next morning, (Sunday morning), got dressed and went to the spot where I said I’d meet the shuttle, I all of a sudden became overwhelmed with anxiety and fear that he wouldn’t know how to get there, or he would forget about picking me up. I did the only thing I felt I could do in that moment (wow if this doesn’t sound like a cliché Christian thing to say I don’t know what does) I began to pray. I just asked God to please allow the shuttle driver to get to me okay, and not get lost or forget I’m waiting here for him. Right when I finished that little panicked prayer, I got a call from the shuttle driver, just telling me he was going to be a couple minutes late.
That, again, was God working.
God is good. He is always good.
It may be hard to see that or believe that sometimes, but it’s always going to be true.
I am so confident that God will always carry out his goodness, promises, love, and grace.
Today was a great day, all because I attended church, I met the pastors, I felt so welcomed and cared about by every person there. It was truly one of the greatest experiences I’ve had since I’ve been at college.
I’ve had a lot of great things happen while I’ve been at school and I’ve had some not so great things happen, there have been happy moments and there have been stressful, anxiety provoking moments, (like this morning), but we have to remember, through it all, God is good.
I write a lot of posts about God and his goodness, and sure it may get a little redundant, but it’s a very important thing to be reminded of-
God is good.
All the time.
I am so excited to continue attending this new church, and I can’t wait to see the ways in which God allows me to serve there and get involved.
Ministry is something I’ve been passionate about for a very long time now, and getting to do that even when I’m college, busy with school work and other social activities, is incredible.
No matter what trials you face, no matter what obstacles or hardships you encounter, remember to be confident in that God will still reveal his goodness to you.
He still has plans for you that are going to be so incredibly amazing, you have no idea.
I know God is good, and I’ve known God is good, but this morning, having him answer my prayer, literally immediately, reminded me that we can see the goodness of God, no matter what, no matter where we are, no matter what’s going on.
God’s goodness is everywhere, his grace is everywhere, his love is everywhere, we just have to be confident in that.

May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.

It is easy to let our fears take control and completely disregard our dreams and what we actually want.
Something I know for sure is that I want to do a lot of public speaking in my future. I love talking about the things I’m passionate about because I’ve found that once I start, I can’t seem to stop!
When I preached my first message in front of my church congregation, I was super nervous, but right when I got up to the podium, all my nerves vanished.
The third time I preached, I was asked to do so, and at first, my head told me “no don’t do it,” but that was the fear talking. My head knows I get nervous when I get up in front of people, so of course my mind went straight to “say no.” I, rather quickly, emailed back saying I would do it. When I was finished, although I was rather upset with my performance, I could walk away knowing I faced any anxiety or nerves I had, and did it.
My pastor just recently asked me if I’d ever want to do a sermon on a regular Sunday at my church, and although thinking about doing that gives me nerves, I would love to do that someday. I’ve done it before on my church’s annual Youth Sunday, so, why not?
Like I said before, it’s very, VERY easy to get caught up in fear and anxiety and completely lose sight of what you actually want, or more importantly, what GOD wants, but if you give yourself a second to distinguish your real thoughts vs. your ‘fear thoughts,’ you will figure out the right decisions and paths to take.
I am passionate about my faith and going into ministry, as well as writing and talking about my life experiences and challenges so I can help others who are going through or have gone through the same things I have.
I have many hopes and dreams, and I tell myself over and over again I will not let anxiety or fear get in the way of those dreams.
If you know what you’re passionate about and/or if you dream big (as I tend to do) (that’s not a bad thing at all), then you need to go after those dreams with all your mite!
I know it’s easier said than done, but don’t listen to your fears. Don’t give into those voices that are telling not to do something that you know deep down you actually really want to do.
At first, my mind was telling me I didn’t want to preach a sermon in front of a whole church congregation- heck, I can hardly present projects in front of a class at school! But I know I want to go into ministry, and while anxiety before (and sometimes during) my time up on stage may be something I struggle with, I know I will not let it hold me back.