[03] Built Different.

I’m 30 years old now, and over the past few months, I’ve been reflecting on my entrance into a new decade. Thankfulness fills my heart. I am a woman I am proud of, but let’s take a step back—context is important.

 In my 20s, I was the architect of my own life. I relied on empty affirmations from self-help books that lacked biblical grounding. I rushed to achieve my goals within a specific timeline, adorning myself with degrees and pursuing a career with the belief that I could climb the corporate ladder. In doing so, I neglected my true passions. I thought I was executing a solid plan that made sense to me, following my heart, but it led me astray. I held on to the false comforts of the world until the emptiness became undeniable. The god I believed in felt like a golden calf.

 It took time to realize that God could transform my mess into something beautiful. Gradually, I began to feel the weight lift as I learned to co-labor with Him and seek His will for my life. The broken jar of clay was no match for a skilled potter; He put me back together again.