At ten years old, I believed in the power of a piece of paper and a determined heart. I wrote a petition to bring my favorite show back, fully convinced that my words could reach someone, somewhere, who could make it happen. I didn’t realize then that I was doing more than being a hopeful child—I was becoming a writer. I was learning that my voice didn’t have to stay inside me. It was meant to travel.
- Posted on January 27, 2026
Habakkuk 2:2-3King James Version
2 And the Lord answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.
3 For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry.
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