At six years old, my mind was filled with thoughts that challenged my being – thus began my writing journey.

You can imagine how mortified I felt when my parents found my writings in my little black journal. They read every detail of my heart…and unfortunately, disciplined me for the things that were on my heart. After that, I neglected my journal for years because I was afraid someone other than my parents would find my journal and know the depths of my heart. However, as time went on, I moved pass the incident. The writings in my journals morphed into poems, then into song lyrics, and now this.

Writing was always easy for me because it was really the only way I was able to express and comprehend my own feelings.

Over the years, I’ve archived my journals into a large file box so if I ever wanted to, I could relive the moments that made me the person I am today. Twenty years later and here I am. Still writing away my thoughts, but instead…on a digital journal (blog). Rather than being mortified of people discovering my heart on paper, I am now at peace with sharing all the intricate things God has placed on my heart. Why? Because I believe that though our relationship with God may be personal…it is not meant to be private.

It isn’t always easy — sometimes I have blogs sitting in my “draft” folder for months because my heart isn’t ready to be exposed to the world. But I know, in my suffering; in my joy; in my pursuit towards Christ, they are meant to be voiced to testify the goodness of God in my life.