Hiya, pal! I’m so thankful you came to visit.

I’ll be honest with you, I don’t know what I’m doing here as a blogger. What profound revelation do I have to offer the world that has never been said before? I’m just a wife and mom whose English degree collects dust in the garage as I pick Lucky Charms out of my daughter’s hair. My work history is measly. My savings account is LOL. In a world of shark tanks and influencers, I am the sucker, sitting on her couch, succumbing to ad after ad in hopes of finally achieving frizz-free hair and minimized pores (still no luck on both fronts. I’ll keep you posted). 

Have I qualified myself in any way to earn your readership? SUUUPER nope. So what do I do, when the people I trust in my life say to me, “Mel, I think you need to write”? What do I do when I seek the face of God and He whispers, “Just begin, my love”?

I think I fool myself into believing I have to have full, worthy hands before telling my story. I have to find that hook—the special sauce valuable enough to share with the world. But here I sit, utterly hookless. I’m just a gal who loves Jesus. Whose hands are empty but for mess and need and the mercy of God. I don’t have anything profound to add to the gospel of Christ, because the gospel doesn’t need my help. It stands on its own, perfect and complete. The Bible has unequivocally earned not only my readership but also my whole exhausting, beautiful life. 

I can’t tell you anything that hasn’t already been said or do anything that hasn’t already been done. So it’s time to throw that goal in the trash. It’s quite self-centered to begin with, if I’m being honest with myself. Here’s my new plan: to be real with you. To meet you where you are. To teach you what Christ is teaching me, in hopes that you feel less alone. If some small grace in my life points to some small grace in yours, I’ll consider my job done. 

But beyond that, friend (yes, I consider us friends now–buckle up!), I hope when you hear the voice of God telling you, “Just begin,” you heed the call. He has never demanded perfection before telling us to start. When He told Moses to set His people free, and Moses replied, “Ummmm, me? Seriously? Who am I to take on such a holy assignment?” God did not list Moses’ qualifications. He didn’t say, “Well, Mo, beyond your perfect hair and tiny pores, you’re the wisest boy in all the land!” He just said, “I will be with you.” He said, “I AM WHO I AM has sent you” (Exodus 3:12,14). 

Our greatest qualification for the work God assigns to us has little (if anything) to do with us. It has everything to do with God. Our Savior is so good, He exclusively uses messy, broken people to move the gospel forward in this world. So I don’t need a hook, an impressive bank account, or frizzless hair to obey the call. I just need a soft heart. I need open hands. And more than anything, I need humble trust that the King of Kings is writing my story, and He will use it for our good and His glory. It’s just what He does.

So, friend, come on. Let’s begin together. 

I AM WHO I AM has sent us.