In late 2024 I came across a post on Instagram,  the simplicity of the question was light in nature, but the context behind  each response was heavy and deeply personal. The question simply read “But how are you, really?” 

Most of the people responding to the post shared a pain they carried, a worry they couldn’t shake, or a trauma that had long ago become their full identity. Each word another wound, another reminder of the broken hearts they had learned to hide behind smiles and perfectly edited social media profiles.  

I knew the reflection all too well, familiar to myself in many aspects, lives I had long lived through and pains I had already battled. There was a tug at my heart to reach out to each person, to let each and every single one of them know that there is a hope, that life does not need to be a broken shell of resignation. I had so much to share, and no real voice to speak it in the name of technicalities. 

Some months later I shared with a friend how I wanted to make a difference in people’s lives for as long as I have breath, but in the same sentence I said “I really do not want to be front and center, as a matter of fact- I do not want people to even know I exist” And in a single breath of Godly wisdom she replied “You were created to be a light, you are a hill that cannot be hidden” the statement hit me like a bolt of lightening, and it stung. It stung because of the shame I felt in the face of conviction, a conviction that confronted me in the heaviness of  my own fear and comfort. Suddenly I was reminded of the Parable of the Talents. Matthew 25:14-30 - Would I become the wicked / slothful servant? What shame I felt! How many times had I told the Lord, “Here I am, Lord send me” and yet I had hidden who I was. I hid from the very people He had shown me were in need of hope- What now? 

Here I was presented with faces who walk around us every day,  hiding their burdens and  pain, each with a need to be reminded of or introduced to the God who saved my life and I was shrinking back in fear. I went home that day, through heavy tears I cried out to God. I remember telling Him how sorry I was, I told Him I truly longed to give the rest of my life to Him in service to others. Standing here full of stories and testimony, and what was I doing with them? 

I would love to say I immediately activated faith and got to work, but no, there were still hidden areas in my heart that the Lord had to prune and shape. 

I felt a combination of emotions; frustrated at my insurmountable shortcomings. Still convinced the Lord can’t possibly use me in this state of brokenness- but see, that is not the way God works, as a matter of fact the Bible is filled with imperfect men and women the Lord used. Stories of men who fell into adultery, women who were prostitutes and endless stories of characters full of fear, the only common denominator behind the victory in each story of redemption? God. That was it, God. God who came into each heart that was simply willing to trust and obey. That was it. A heart of obedience is all the Lord desires. None of those characters died in stories of perfection, they died in stories of redemption. 

So here we are, bringing forth a vision long held back in fear, with no idea which direction it is heading, but I do know this- This is a calling long in the making, fear or no fear, I now know the One who goes before me, and that is more than enough. 

Welcome to the journey of redemption, correction and hope.

Welcome to God’s Chosen Fragments!