Wherever We Land

You may not see me in person, but let me paint a picture of Nikki. I’m short and petite by nature—someone you might overlook in a crowded room. But don’t let my size fool you. Inside, I carry a well of passion, drive, and determination that runs deep. I move with urgency, especially when something matters to me, and that passion can sometimes come off a bit strong—especially when I ask for help.

You see, I’ve always been the “capable one.” The one people rely on, the one who can handle it, figure it out, and carry on. And while I’m proud of that strength, it can be a lonely place. People often think I don’t need help simply because I don’t wear struggle on my sleeve. But I feel it. I carry it.

Sometimes when I ask for help, it’s not casual—it’s because I’ve reached a point where I truly need support. And if that need isn’t met or is brushed aside, it can feel heavy. It can even make me upset—not because I’m ungrateful, but because it’s taken so much for me to say, “I can’t do this alone.”

But here’s the beauty in the growth God is teaching me: He’s showing me how to be mighty *and* humble. He’s gently reshaping me into someone who can still carry strength but also acknowledge the need for others—without guilt, without shame, and without fear of being misunderstood.

I’m learning to express myself better, to communicate not just the urgency but the *why* behind it. To help others see that even small frames carry heavy loads, and asking for help doesn’t make me any less strong—it makes me honest. It makes me human.

Yes, I am small but mighty. Yes, I carry passion like fire in my bones. But I am also learning to soften, to be patient, to explain, and to lean—not just on God, but on the people He’s placed around me. Because true strength is knowing when to stand tall, and when to ask someone to help hold you up.

And that is who I am becoming: not just strong in stature or will, but strong in faith, grace, and the humility to say, “I need help too.”