Before it became a blog, it was a burden.
Before it became over 150 posts, it was one instruction.
Before it reached over 5,000 people, it was one girl asking God what He could do with her life.
On the 22nd of May, 2016, I started this blog with a simple desire: to show forth Jesus in my own small way. I was young, restless, and deeply aware that I did not want to live a life that ended with me.
I remember crying my eyes out and asking God, “I want a life that will transcend me. What can I do to glorify You?”
The answer was not loud. It was not complicated. It was not glamorous.
Start writing.
So I did.
I did not know then that one yes could alter the direction of a life.
I did not know that obedience, when surrendered to God, could become a seed that grows quietly for years.
I did not know that time would move so quickly. That days would become weeks, weeks would become years, and one small beginning would become a decade long testimony of grace.
Ten years later, I am learning that time does not wait for us to feel ready. Life keeps moving. Seasons change. People change. Responsibilities grow. And if we are not careful, we can spend years waiting for clarity while God is waiting for our obedience.
That is one of the greatest lessons this journey has taught me: sometimes, the life you are praying for is hidden inside the instruction you are delaying.
I did not start with a perfect plan. I started with a burden. I did not know the full picture. I only knew God had placed something in my heart that I could not ignore.
And over the years, that burden became a place of formation.
This blog became more than a space for words. It became a place where God taught me discipline, surrender, vulnerability, patience, courage, and stewardship. It became a place where I processed faith, purpose, pain, growth, obedience, and the many ways God meets us in ordinary seasons.
Life did not always give me room to keep going the way I wanted to.
Sometimes, life forced me to stop.
There were seasons where I did not just pause because I was tired. I paused because I was grieving, changing, healing, or trying to understand what God was doing with me.
Loss of relationships can do that to you. Changing career paths can do that too. Both can make you pause and re-examine everything you thought you knew about your life, your timing, your direction, and your assignment.
There were seasons I wondered if I had heard God clearly. Seasons I questioned whether I was still on the right path. Seasons I wondered if what I carried still mattered.
And there were also seasons I quietly asked myself if my spiritual life was “good enough” for the assignment in front of me. If I was praying enough. If I was consistent enough. If I was deep enough. If I was still qualified to pour out while God was still working on me.
But I am learning that God does not only use people who feel ready. He uses yielded people. Honest people. People who keep returning to Him.
Tough seasons do not only break things. Sometimes, they birth ignition.
Some of the deepest fire in me came from seasons I would not have chosen. Some of the clearest words came after confusion. Some of the strongest convictions were formed in places where I felt weak.
The same seasons that made me question the assignment also taught me why the assignment mattered.
And somehow, even when I had to stop, the burden never fully left.
I cannot count how many times I wanted to stop.
And honestly, life changed me. My priorities changed. My understanding changed. My frontal lobe developed, and what felt deeply important at 20 looked very different at 24. There were things I outgrew, things I questioned, and things I had to relearn with more wisdom, humility, and maturity.
But that taught me something: what God truly gives you may mature, but it does not easily disappear.
Today, this journey carries numbers I could not have imagined when I began: over 150 posts and over 5,000 people reached and blessed. But I do not see numbers first. I see mercy. I see faithfulness. I see God breathing on an imperfect yes.
Some may look at 150 posts in 10 years and see a small number.
But I see 150 moments of obedience.
150 times I chose to write through growth, questions, change, and becoming.
150 seeds planted in faith.
And if even one life was strengthened, encouraged, redirected, or reminded of Jesus through those words, then none of it was small.
Dear reader, from a little girl with a burden to a grown woman still learning to steward it, thank you for going on this journey with me.
Over time, my reason for writing deepened.
I started because I wanted to glorify God.
I continued because I realized words could serve people I may never meet, in seasons I may never witness.
I kept writing for my Father, for my generation, and for the next one. For some who may not even be born yet.
That changed the weight of writing for me. It became stewardship. It became service. It became a way of leaving something behind, not to make my name known, but to leave a witness that walking with God is worth it.
I may not always be here, but I pray my words will outlive my days.
If this decade has taught me anything, it is this:
Obedience is rarely glamorous, but it is always significant.
Small beginnings are sacred when God is in them.
Purpose must be stewarded, not merely celebrated.
God does not waste yielded vessels.
And one yes, offered sincerely to God, can become the doorway to a life you could not have planned for yourself.
Maybe God has placed something small in your hands too: a gift, a burden, a word, a responsibility, a platform, a room, a person, a dream.
Do not despise it.
Do not wait for it to look impressive before you obey.
Do not underestimate what God can do with your small yes.
Today, as I mark 10 years of writing, my prayer remains the same:
God, if there is any work You want to do in this generation, may I be found as a useful vessel.
May I not be missing in Your plan.
May my life count for You.
May my words point back to You.
May my gift never become louder than the Giver.
May my heart remain yielded.
Ten years later, I am still that girl with a burden. Only now, I have ten years of evidence that God can be trusted with a small yes.
The burden became a blog, but the blog was never the point.
Jesus was.
Jesus still is.
Sharon Paulina Boye
May 22, 2026
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