Edge Corps

I was raised in a family that went to church several times a week, so the name Jesus was no stranger to me. I was taught from a young age how to do all the "Christian things" yet I still struggled with fear and anxiety that no one knew about. I did a good job of hiding it, pushing things deep down and ignoring them, sharing my deep hurts with no one, not even myself.

I came into college after a senior year that left me empty and broken. In the first few months, I joined a community that helped me tear down the walls I was hiding behind through showing me what a true, intimate relationship with Jesus looked like. In sitting with all my pain, hurt, shame, and grief, I found Jesus. Jesus was someone who wept, just like me. Here, in the midst of my grief and hurting, I began to understand that Jesus wasn't just a feel-good, self-help tool, but someone who genuinely cared about ME.

Once I met the true, living God and became His FRIEND, my life began to change. I began surrendering my fears and hurts to Him, not only acknowledging them but also sharing them with others and receiving advice, consolation, and trust. I began to learn about God's grace for me, meeting me where I am, but changing me for the better. Slowly but surely, this whole "faith" thing wasn't just something I did at church on Sundays or when I read my Bible, but it became a way to live my life, inviting my dear friend Jesus into every portion of who I am.