People often ask me,“Where do you fellowship?”“What church do you go to?”or“Did you go to church this Sunday?” They keep looking for my faithInside a postcodeA buildingA scheduleA Sunday morning roll call –Like Heaven has attendance sheetsAnd God is taking register. But nobody ever asked“Who have you become?” My answer is simple:“I am the Church.” Not out of rebellion.Not out of pride.Not out of hurt.But out of revelation. I’ve visited churches, attended ministries, joined groups, served, worshiped, danced, clapped, and even felt moments of belonging — but every time I settled, I eventually outgrew the space. Not because it was wrong.Not because I thought IRead More →

I’ve walked through storms that could have broken me —but instead, they softened me. They taught me compassion. To see beyond flaws and first impressions. To love people as they are, not as I wish them to be. Because I’ve learned — God is always at work. He transforms hearts quietly,often in the places we least expect. And just as He continues to shape me,He’s shaping others too. So I’ve stopped judging stories that aren’t mine to tell. I’ve stopped measuring people by moments. Instead, I choose to see the good — the God — in them. Every soul I cross paths with,every name savedRead More →