My name is Jenny and I’m a daughter of Christ. I accepted Jesus as my personal Savior when I was eleven and got baptized in 2016. However, I didn’t develop a real and personal relationship with Christ (nor did I know what that looked like) until recently. By “real and personal relationship,” I mean being fully surrendered. I did all of the right things outwardly but it was a facade. I had to make another decision— a decision that nothing was more valuable than living a life worthy of the Lamb’s suffering. That decision of sacrifice resulted in significant time spent journeying through repentance and rededication. Despite the length of time it took, I don’t regret those seasons of wandering. The wandering made me wise. The wandering gave me context. The wandering gave me a revelation of the Gospel. The wandering built a treasury in Heaven for the faith and trust in God that I would need on the other side. It’s in the wandering seasons that God spoke this blog into existence.

During that season, God blessed my life with people who shared the overflow of what was poured into them. They were my prayer warriors in the darkest moments, they taught me how to read/dissect God’s word, and they encouraged me to uncover my original design. This idea of “original design,” or purpose, fascinated me. We were created for a specific reason. God sent each of us to Earth to be the solution to a specific problem. We were sent to fill specific voids in our lifetimes. Naturally, I tried digging deep within myself to uncover my purpose. But praise God for the reproach of spiritual mentors— when your heart is soft enough to receive it. If you know, you know. My mentor urged me to dig deep within the heart of God. Who was I to bypass the Creator when trying to determine the function of His creation? When looking at a masterpiece, we can come up with hundreds of interpretations backed up by our limited capacity of understanding. However, only the artist knows the actual message their work was created to communicate. So, I turned to God.

After spending time in the secret place, I felt as though He was pushing me back to writing. I used to love writing. I've even been published growing up. Fun fact: in first grade, I won a state-wide contest for a haiku I wrote in class. The first haiku I had ever written. The only haiku I’ve ever written. Now, if you were to ask me what it said, I probably wouldn’t be able to tell you. But I vividly remember my Haitian parents inviting everyone they knew to the ceremony. I had an innate gift without even realizing it. Everything I wrote, no matter how insignificant it was to me, was significant to God. He saw years beyond those moments and was preparing me for such a time as this.

I bought a journal the week before Ms. Rona shook the world. Once I started putting pen to paper, things flowed effortlessly. A fire within me reignited. I hadn't written recreationally in years but it felt like I didn’t miss a beat. Shortly thereafter, God asked me to create a platform where I could share what I had been journaling. That’s where our paths meet.

Long story short: my name is Jenny and I’m a 25-year-old daughter of Christ. This blog is a step of obedience.

To be completely transparent, the inspiration to start this blog would have never been a natural inclination of mine. When you Google the word “Introvert,” there’s a beautiful photo of my face. I’d rather not put myself out there. However, the wise choose not to make decisions based on where they are. Instead, they make decisions based on where they’re going. I won’t sow into what my limitations are, I choose to sow into the future God has for me, which is more reliable ground than any worldly assessment of self. Though I don’t understand why He wants this for me, here we are.

I'm not a bona fide spiritual leader. I’m still learning. I still fall. I’m still working on my consistency. I have my faults and will carry my mat faithfully. I’m just an imperfect person in pursuit of a perfect Savior. I pray you are blessed, but not through the aesthetics of this website or the eloquence of my work. Rather, I pray you are blessed through my simple obedience to the Father.

—Jenny Dorlus
Daughter, Writer