Faith Was Planted Early
I grew up in and out of church pews. My grandfather was a pastor, so faith was never something I had to go looking for. It was simply there—in the way he preached, in the way our family prayed before dinner, and in the familiar rhythm of Sunday mornings.
But by 21, I had lost that rhythm. I was spinning—unsure of what I was doing with my life and unsure of what came next.