This past week, a few different conversations kept circling back to the exact same theme. Then, when I sat down to work on my Bible study homework, there it was again—staring back at me in black and white. That homework was the final push I needed to start writing. I’ll admit, sometimes I’m a little slow to hear what God is saying to me, and it takes two or three nudges to finally get the message! But when He makes it that clear, you simply can’t ignore it.

THE SILENCE AND THE STORM

Back in 2015, I started a simple blog—just an online journal of my thoughts, experiences, and rhyming poetry. I didn’t think I had anything grand to say, but it was an outlet for my heart. Over time, life’s distractions pulled me away, and the writing faded into the background.

I picked it back up in 2023, right when our world flipped upside down. Kevin suffered a cardiac arrest, and life came to a complete standstill. Navigating those deep waters shook us to our core. Looking back, we both believe God used that crisis as a wake-up call. We weren’t living wild or wrong, but we weren’t truly living for the Lord either—we were just existing. It took a storm to wake us up. We know that God may not cause the bad things in this life, but He never wastes them either.

THE AWAKENING

By 2024, we were back in church, and our faith was no longer silent or crawling—it was burning. We couldn’t get enough of His Word. In early 2025, we saw a Facebook post for a local Bible study and stepped out to attend. That decision became our true turning point.

God began nudging me toward a boldness I had never known. I was the person who never prayed out loud, never sang up front, and never taught. Yet step by step, the Lord pushed me past my comfort zone. I co-taught a ladies’ Sunday school class. Kevin and I sang together. And eventually, with knees knocking and heart racing, I sang my very first solo.

When I felt prompted to start sharing devotionals and personal stories on Facebook, fear gripped me. A battle still rages in my mind every single time I hit post. I find myself second-guessing, feeling a lot like Moses when he stood at the burning bush and protested, “Who am I that I should go?”

I look at myself and think, “Who am I to say anything important?”

But just like He answered Moses, God gently reminds me: it’s not about who I am; it’s about I AM.

He doesn’t ask us to be qualified; He just asks us to be obedient. Whenever that fear tries to creep in, I know I have the strength of the Lord behind me. He gives me the confidence to keep going.

AN AUDIENCE OF ONE

I share this because standing in faith isn’t always applauded by everyone. It’s an unfortunate truth that hurtful moments within the church can wound us deeply—years ago, judgment from fellow believers was what led us to walk away in the first place. We allowed the enemy a temporary victory back then.

But God said, “Nope. These are MY children, and they will not be snatched out of My hand.”

So today, I write. I share how God has worked in my life, what I feel in His presence, and the gentle stirrings of the Holy Spirit. I see Him in absolutely everything.

Looking back, I can clearly see how every whisper, every trial, and every step of obedience has brought me to this exact spot. I understand that some people will like what I write, and some won’t—that’s just human nature. But as Paul wrote in Galatians 1:10:

“For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ.”

I do not write for human applause. I write for an Audience of One. If He uses my words to comfort or encourage someone else along the way, the glory goes to God.

At 62 years old, I feel like I have finally found my purpose. I am living the simple, yet profound life I was created for, listening closely to that still, small voice and acting in obedience to His will. My prayer is that wherever you are in your journey, you’ll feel prompted to listen for that same voice—and step out in action for the Kingdom.