This month, I finally did something God has been nudging me to do for months: I joined a new church. For a long time, I resisted. I knew God was leading me toward a new church community, but I kept hesitating. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe comfort. Maybe fear of starting over. Maybe the effort that comes with being the new person again. But eventually, I signed up for the Connect Class and decided to commit.
And honestly? It’s been so good.
Every Sunday, I’ve been attending the 8 a.m. Connect Class before the main service from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m., and somewhere along the way, I realized something had shifted. I actually look forward to Sundays now. The Sunday blues are gone. I had forgotten how much I missed being immersed in a church environment. More importantly, I can see why God was prompting me to make the move. In this season of my life, my spiritual journey needs to be rooted in a church that speaks directly to where God is taking me, not just where I’ve been.
Work has been good too.
I’ve had the opportunity to lead some exciting projects, and for the first time in a while, I can see my role expanding in ways that align with where I’d like to be five years from now. Lately, I’ve found myself praying a simple prayer: “God, I see why. I see why You have me here. Thank You.” For so long, I wanted clarity before taking steps. Now, I’m learning that sometimes clarity comes after faithfulness.
June was also my birthday month. I took the day off and spent it exactly how I wanted: a quiet day of self-care, lunch, reflection, and gratitude as I officially entered my mid-thirties. That still feels strange to write.
There was a movie date on Saturday to watch Supergirl, then lunch with my friend Gicuku, and a Sunday filled with church, my final Connect Class, and lunch with my friends Molly and Naomi, a tradition we’ve maintained for years. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate these simple moments more. They’re not flashy, but they’re meaningful.
I’m almost done reading How to Tell the Truth by Preston Perry, a book on apologetics and evangelism. Christian books have become one of my favorite ways to learn. Every book seems to challenge me, encourage me, and stretch my understanding of God a little further. My Amazon cart is currently overflowing with books on suffering, sanctification, surrender, and spiritual formation.
The weight-loss journey continues.
It’s slower than I’d like, but I’m reminding myself that progress is still progress. As of June, I’ve lost 13.5 kilograms since January. While I still have another 20 kilograms or so I’d like to lose, I’m grateful that I haven’t regained the weight I’ve already lost. The biggest challenge remains consistency, particularly with cardio, late-night eating, and staying within my calorie goals. I’m also considering returning to intermittent fasting since it’s worked well for me before.
Lately, I’ve felt a strong urge to declutter. My closet, certainly. I want to let go of clothes I never wear and build a wardrobe that actually reflects who I am today. At this stage of life, I know what I like and what I don’t. I’ve also been thinking about things like sister locs, tattoos, and other changes I’ve wanted to make. What’s interesting is that before making any major decision, I now find myself praying about it first. I’ve become deeply reliant on God in a way I wasn’t before. After all, He knows my future better than I do. Who better to ask?
Recently, I’ve been reflecting on Jesus’ words about the narrow road. As someone who loves plans, structure, and certainty, I’ve spent much of my life wanting all the pieces before moving forward. My family jokes that I’m a perfectionist. They’re probably right. But as I’ve looked back over the patterns in my life, I’ve noticed something. The times I’ve stepped outside God’s will haven’t usually been because I didn’t know what was right. It’s because I was uncomfortable. When I felt lonely, bored, disappointed, angry, uncertain, or impatient, I wanted relief. Instead of sitting in the discomfort and allowing the Holy Spirit to meet me there, I looked for an escape. Comfort became more important than obedience. And that tendency doesn’t just affect one area of life. It shows up everywhere.
In relationships. In church. In waiting. In faith. Even with this new church, God was clearly leading me there, but because it wasn’t comfortable, I resisted. I avoided. I delayed. I ran. But God kept bringing it back to my mind until I finally surrendered. I’m beginning to realize that being in God’s will isn’t only about the big decisions, like where to live, who to marry, what career to pursue. It’s also about the daily choices. To tell the truth. To be kind. To forgive. To refuse compromise. To obey when it’s inconvenient. To stay when running would be easier.
One of the gifts of this season has been journaling during my quiet time. Every morning, I sit with God and write. It feels like downloading my thoughts into His hands before the day begins. Instead of carrying every concern around in my head, I release it to Him. And maybe that’s what this season is teaching me. To stay on the narrow road even when it feels uncomfortable.
Because more and more, I’m discovering that God often does His deepest work in the places I’d rather avoid.
And perhaps that’s exactly why He’s asking me to remain there.
...THROUGH MY EYES ✨ 