If you told me a few years ago that I’d be here—writing this, calling for revival, challenging mindsets, and standing in the middle of a generational divide—I’m not sure I would’ve believed you. But here I am. And if you’re reading this, you’re here too.

I didn’t start this blog because I wanted to be a writer. I started it because I had no choice. Because the things God has been stirring in me are too big, too weighty, too loud to keep to myself. This isn’t just a blog—it’s an altar, a war cry, a line in the sand.

For too long, I watched as the older generation clung to tradition, refusing to move as God moved, and the younger generation walked away, frustrated and unheard. I saw churches that were comfortable but powerless, leaders who held titles but lacked fire, and people—real, broken people—who were desperate for God but left unseen in pews that had no space for them.

I saw myself in all of it.

And I knew that I couldn’t sit back and pretend everything was fine.

This space is the result of obedience, frustration, fire, and love all tangled together. It’s where I wrestle with what God is doing now, not just what He did before. It’s where I say the things that make people uncomfortable, but need to be said. It’s where I refuse to sugarcoat the truth but will never stop pointing people to Jesus.

I am a bridge. A disruptor. A deliverer. A product of church hurt, generational curses, and a faith that survived both. I’ve wrestled with religion, with mental health, with the weight of a calling that feels too big for me. But I’ve also SEEN God move, heal, and break chains in ways that no one could deny.

This blog isn’t polished, and it’s definitely not on a schedule. I write when Heaven speaks. I share what God tells me. And I don’t care if it makes some people mad. It’s supposed to shake you to the core.

Because I know who this is for.

It’s for the ones who’ve been told they don’t belong.

The ones who were labeled rebellious for simply following the voice of God.

The ones who feel too broken, too anxious, too “not Christian enough” to be used by God.

The ones who love Jesus but can’t stand church politics.

The ones who are tired of waiting for revival and are ready to be the revival.

So if you’re here, you’re supposed to be.

This space is for you.

For us.

For every generation that’s willing to lay down what’s comfortable for what’s real.

Let’s burn the old and build what God is actually calling us to.

Let’s walk forward, even if it means doing it with tears in our eyes and fire in our bones.

Let’s be the revival we’ve been waiting for.