The majority of my story is set inside of my own mind. What I consider to be the battleground of my soul. It is here that I first accepted Christ as a passionate three year old (true story), and it is here that I accept him again and again every day. I’m a continual work in progress, in the midst of my testimony right now; so I can’t really say, “Here you go, this is my story”. All I can tell you about is the first few chapters.
In my small existence, I have (like so many people) experienced depression, anxiety, body image issues, and the like. I have also experienced the love of God, the power of Christ, the love of a family, the joy of friendship, and the beauty of the earth.
I don’t have much to offer. In fact, I don’t really have anything to offer. Yet Christ calls me none the less. He calls me to his Story. To live it, to breathe it. To sweat for it, to cry for it, to bleed for it.
It’s for all these reasons that it is my privilege and honor to be a part of the Story of God, on and off the stage.