He Saw Me

“Before I formed thee in the bowels of thy mother, I knew thee...”

— Jeremias 1:5, Douay-Rheims

I didn’t arrive quickly.
I didn’t come clean.
And I certainly didn’t come without a fight.

This is my conversion story.
A story of delay, detours, defiance...
and a God Who never stopped waiting.

I’m not special.
I’m not saved.
I’m ordinary—insignificant, and sinful.
But I am grateful.

I wrestle with obedience.
I question tradition.
I doubt I could ever belong to the Church I long for.
But still—He Saw Me.

This isn’t a polished testimony.
It’s a place where faith still unfolds—
in silence, in struggle, and in the quiet hope that God Sees who I hope to be.

I don’t speak for anyone else.
But I know there are others like me.
People who wonder if it’s too late.
Who carry regret like a shadow.
Who feel unseen. Unworthy. Unwelcome.

If that’s you… maybe this will become your place, too.
A quiet space where it’s never too late to recognize—and accept—God’s Will.
A place where we remember:
We are never unseen.
And where we begin to believe:

God’s Mercy is greater than our sin.

If any part of this feels familiar…
leave your name and email below.
I’ll send a quiet note when the rest of the story is ready to be told.

He knew me before I was born.
He never stopped knowing me.

— Jeremias 1:5, Douay-Rheims

Until the rest unfolds… thank you for being here.

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