Wherever We Land

If I had to describe myself to someone, I’d say this: I am a servant to people—willing and open to be used by God to help wherever I’m needed, whether that’s lending a hand, offering a word of encouragement, listening without judgment, or simply showing up. I feel called to be of service in a way that reflects God’s love. It’s not about titles or attention; it’s about doing what’s right, being available, and treating people with kindness, patience, and grace.

But along with that truth comes another one: I am a work in progress.

It’s easy to talk about helping others, but much harder to admit the things I still need help with myself. I’ve got flaws. Some are easy to overlook, while others seem to come around like stubborn weeds I thought I had already pulled. There are moments when my tone isn’t as gentle as it should be, when I let impatience win, when I get caught in overthinking or feel overwhelmed by trying to carry more than I should.

Being honest about that doesn’t disqualify me from serving others. If anything, it humbles me. It reminds me that I don’t serve from a place of perfection—I serve from a place of understanding. I’ve been through things. I’ve messed up. I’ve grown. I’ve asked God for forgiveness more times than I can count. And I’ve also learned that when you walk with a heart for others, you don’t have to be flawless—you just have to be faithful.

Every day, I learn a little more about what it means to carry the spirit of a servant while also tending to my own spiritual growth. I’m learning to give myself grace in the process. I don’t want to be seen as someone who has it all together—I want to be seen as someone who keeps showing up, even when things aren’t perfect.

God continues to shape me daily, teaching me not only how to help others, but how to let Him help me, too. And in that, I find peace. I find purpose. I find progress.

So, if you ask me who I am, I’ll say this: I am a servant, walking in love and truth, doing my best, and still being molded by the hands of the One who made me. And I’m thankful—flaws and all—that He’s not finished with me yet.