This is a truth I have wrestled with for most of my life. I sometimes downplay my speaking gift, seeing myself more as an artist than a communicator. I wrestle with the bigness of my mission — “change the world 🌍 one broken 💔heart💖 at a time” — and wonder if I am really capable. I hold back certain dreams — books, wider stages, global ministry reach — because they feel almost too audacious.

Making waves feels like a tall order for someone who was raised to shut up and do as told. Yet the Holy Spirit keeps reminding me that waves are not always violent storms. Sometimes they are gentle ripples that slowly, steadily reshape a shoreline.

My upbringing may have trained me into silence, but my new life in Christ has rewritten the story. The waves I am called to make are not born of rebellion, but of obedience. They come from the courage to speak when prompted, the tenderness to paint healing where there was once shame, and the boldness to stand when silence would be easier.

Even the smallest ripple of obedience can grow into waves that reach shores I may never see. That is the beauty of Kingdom impact — it multiplies beyond my sight. My art speaks, my words paint, and together they tell the story of the broken being made whole.

I am not either an artist or a communicator. I am a storyteller of redemption, through every medium He places in my hands. I don’t need to roar to make waves. Sometimes my whisper, my brushstroke, or my written word is enough to stir the waters of someone’s heart. Each act of love, each testimony of healing, each truth spoken in faith is a wave already in motion.

🙌Prayer

Lord Jesus, thank You that You rewrite my story. Where silence once ruled, may Your courage flow. Where fear tries to hold me back, let obedience carry me forward. Help me trust that even the smallest ripple can grow into Kingdom waves. Use my voice, my brush, my pen to reach the broken-hearted with Your healing love. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.