As a culture, mosttulips of us associate spring with a fresh start. The earth is starting to come alive again after another long, cold winter. Green seeps back into the grass, buds form on trees, and flowers begin to poke through the ground. As for myself, this concept is currently being reflected in my own life.

For two years now, I’ve been pursuing my master’s degree in publishing. I’m currently enrolled in my last class, after which I will only need to complete my thesis before earning my degree. All of this adds up to one of the greatest fears of my generation: finding a job. In regards to my own goals, that means finding a job that will launch a career in Christian publishing.

I’d be lying if I said that all of this didn’t freak me out a little bit. After all, my inability to find a job in my preferred industry after I had graduated college was what prompted me to go back to grad school in the first place.

This change in itself would be hard enough, but I have felt a stirring in my heart for a while now in regards to another change in my life. You see, I consider myself to be a Christian, however, I haven’t exactly been very observant in my faith the last few years. It’s not that I lost faith in God or his Son. Rather, I was jaded from many prevailing attitudes in the American church today, and from some experiences that close friends had with leadership in various churches. Add on to that a chaotic work schedule, which included weekends and a lack of young adult ministry in my childhood church. I felt very little motivation to engage in corporate worship.

For the longest time, I felt that others would judge me, and look at me as a lesser Christian, because of my absence from the church for so long. Eventually, I realized that it wasn’t about me, or anyone else who gathers inside the confines of church walls each Sunday. It’s about our praise and worship of our Lord and Savior. Just a couple of weeks ago, we celebrated Easter, which serves as a reminder of the greatest new beginnings when Jesus rose from the grave so that we may have new life. When it comes to God, it’s never too late to turn to him.

My faith, much like the rest of my life, is still in the process of developing. And if I’m honest, I think that’s a good thing. I want to keep growing and evolving throughout my life. I don’t want to live in a perpetual stagnant state. It’s my intent that this blog will help serve as a witness to these new beginnings in my life, and possibly inspire a reader or two.

With all of that being said, I want to thank you for joining me on this journey. I’m going to leave you with a verse that I have been meditating on as of late, and welcome!

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in him.’” Lamentations 3:22-24 (ESV)