I’ve been sitting on this for a while, wondering if I should even share it, praying over the right words… and finally, I feel like God is nudging me to just be honest.

 

For years, I’ve felt God calling me, to sing, to speak, to encourage women, but I’ve wrestled with it in my heart so much. I’ve never felt like my voice was good enough. I’ve been through so many struggles, made so many mistakes, done so many things wrong… and I kept thinking, what could someone possibly learn from me?

 

There were nights I sat in my living room after a long day, my Bible open, a cup of coffee getting cold, pouring out my heart to God, asking Him to show me if I was really hearing Him. I was scared. I was unsure. I worried I’d fail, that I’d mess up, that I wasn’t enough. And honestly, sometimes I ignored the calling because it felt too big, too scary, too out of reach.

 

But slowly, He started reminding me that this isn’t about me. He wrote the story, and it’s His to tell. My voice doesn’t have to be perfect. My past doesn’t disqualify me. He just wants me to be willing to step out, one small step at a time, and trust Him with the rest.

 

And here’s the truth, part of why I can’t ignore this calling any longer is because God has placed a burden on my heart. A burden for the lost, for women who are just barely making it through the motions of the day, for those who feel unseen, unheard, or overwhelmed. I want them to know they are loved, they are valuable, and God sees them even when the world doesn’t.

 

So here I am. I’ve started blogging, my first posts are live at www.thefaithfulfarmgirl.com. I’ve got a couple of women’s Bible studies ready to go. I joined the choir, and my name is on the special music schedule at church. Each little step still terrifies me, but it also fills me with this joy that only comes when I know I’m exactly where God wants me.

 

I don’t know exactly where this journey will take me. I don’t know who will listen or what will come of it. But I do know this: God is faithful, and He is calling me to obedience, not perfection. And for the first time, I’m finally saying “yes.” Saying yes to His story, His plan, His voice guiding mine, and using it to reach the hearts of women who need Him.

 

I’m so grateful for anyone who will patiently love me through my fears, pray with me, and just be there as I stumble along these messy, imperfect steps of faith. Somehow, I can feel God already at work, and it’s humbling and exciting all at once.