Lost Girl Found. But Why?

I’ve wanted to write this for a long time, but I kept waiting for the right version of myself to show up first. The healed one. The confident one. The one who could tell a testimony story without admitting how long the middle has been. But the truth is, if I waited until I felt finished, I’d never begin.

This space exists because of Jesus. Not the polished, surface-level version of faith I grew up around, and not the kind that ties everything up neatly with a bow. This exists because I reached a point where I couldn’t carry myself anymore – and He met me there.

There was a season in my life where I felt profoundly lost. Not in dramatic way, but in the quiet disorienting way that settles in when you’re functioning on the outside and unraveling on the inside. I did what so many of us do: I tried harder. I stayed busy. I shrank my questions and told myself I should be grateful, strong, content. I believed in God. But I didn’t know how to let Him into the parts of me that were tired, ashamed, or disappointed with how my life had turned out.

Jesus didn’t wait for me to get it together.

He didn’t stand at a distance until I figured out my faith or fixed my patterns or became someone more worthy of being found. He came close – in the confusion, in the grief, in the long nights where I felt unseen even by myself.

Somewhere along the way, I realized that being “found” didn’t mean my circumstances suddenly changed. It meant I stopped running. It meant I stopped pretending I didn’t need saving in the middle of ordinary life.

“For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”

Luke 19.10

That verse used to feel like it was for other people. The ones with dramatic stories. The ones who hit rock bottom in obvious ways. Now I know better. Lost doesn’t always look like chaos. Sometimes it looks like endurance without joy. Obedience without intimacy. Faith without rest.

Jesus has been teaching me – slowly, patiently – that He is not disappointed by my pace. He is not threatened by my questions. He is not asking me to become someone else before He loves me deeply and fully.

This space is an offering.

A place where I can tell the truth about what it looks like to follow Jesus while still healing. To trust Him while still unlearning survival habits. To believe in redemption while admitting I don’t always know what the next step is.

Here I’ll write about:
– walking with Jesus in the middle, not just the breakthrough
– faith that is lived, not performed
– learning to hear His voice after years of self-doubt
– surrender that happens daily, not once
– what it means to be loved by Christ when you don’t feel put together.

Some days my faith feels strong. Other days it feels like a whispered prayer of “Jesus, please stay close.” And He does.

Lost Girl Found is not about me becoming impressive. It’s about me becoming honest and trusting Jesus is enough to meet me there.

I don’t know exactly where this writing will lead, but I know Who I’m following.

And that’s enough to begin.

Listen to the song that goes with this post.