1. the origin or mode of formation of something

I’m approaching my 25th birthday. It’s two weeks away to be exact. I’m a quarter of a century old, a full-blown adult. I am proud of where I am in my life: happily married, two college degrees, healthy and active, took a leap of faith and “flew the coop”, but most of all I am proud of where I am in my faith. I attribute my rebirth to my husband, Allen. If it weren’t for him I can honestly say I don’t know where I’d be in my faith, but I know that before him I had very little. I was uneducated and uninterested. I am now a firm believer that he was sent to me from God to change the path of my life, and it worked (lucky for me).

Allen has always had strong roots in a Christian community and strong faith. Naturally, when I met him (and fell almost immediately head-over-heels in love with him) I knew religion was a major part of who he was, and was eager to jump on the Jesus-train straight into his heart. Thankfully, this newfound interest in religion was neither faked nor forced; it came naturally and inherently, like a low-lying flame that was reignited. Once he and I got engaged, we decided to begin looking for a church together. To make a long story short, we found one, I was baptized in it (an extremely moving experience for me), we were married in it, and we have been a devout Christian couple ever since.

Fast forward three years and, through a lot of prayer and faith, I find myself mentoring at a Christian after-school-care program in an inner-city school in St. Louis, MO. This calling is extremely meaningful, fulfilling, challenging, heart-warming and heart-wrenching all at the same time. When I look back, it’s amazing how I got here. I am thankful and awe-struck at the plans God has for us if only we allow him to have control. This is only the beginning of what God has planned for my life. I am only here for the ride.

With that being said, the statement I am about to make is quite embarrassing, but maybe not so much. I mean, everybody has to start somewhere. I teach children about God, Jesus, and the Bible every day. I go to church almost every Sunday. I pray every day. I refer to the bible for inspiration, but I have never read the Bible from cover to cover. I want to know more. I want to step it up a notch. I’m tired of this guilt. I want to read the Bible. I’m 25-years-old, a quarter of a century. I think it’s about time.

This is why I am starting this blog. I want to document, reflect, and have some accountability on this journey. I want to be able to look back and review my thoughts, search my archive, and share this experience with others. I’m not going to put a timeline on it; honestly I think I can finish it in less than a year. I’m going to use the Glo Bible app (it’s awesome, and free, you should download it). I plan on making a summary post once a week of the scriptures read throughout that week. Some weeks I may read more than others, some weeks I may make more than one blog post. There are no guidelines or restrictions, I just want to read, and learn, and grow closer to our amazing, grace-filled Heavenly Father.