I wandered through conversations and doors, searching for a home,
Lost in the crowd, still feeling alone.
Churches stood tall, but none felt genuinely real—Until the arms of Journey embraced me, and I could finally start to heal.
This peace wrapped around me, slow but true.
A presence so holy, I felt love breaking through.
I slowly started to feel- no matter the past,
with each step forward, His love would last.
Journey has taught me, to step into grace.
It was there all along.
I was fighting His pace.
Baptism—once a distant shore,
A fear deeply engraved, the wounds still sore.
Water once held the weight of my pain,
Three episodes I barely survived in the rain.
Even a simple pool could steal my breath,
Echoing shadows of near-sought death.But God never left, not once, not twice, not ever.
Even when I doubted and angered, still, He tethered.
Through loss so deep it shattered my soul,
Through hands that hurt when love lost control.
Through nights so dark, I whispered goodbye,
Yet He whispered back, “You were made to rise.”
Yet He whispered back, “You were made to rise.”
At twenty-five, I found His name,
Then lost my way in Florida’s flame.
Drugs numbed the sorrow, but could not erase
the seed He planted called His grace.
In brokenness, I found Him anew,
A prodigal heart, love breaking through.
The altar has known my surrender well.
My knees have fallen, where mercy dwells.
Mind, body, and soul—I have laid them down, over and over.
And now, with this water, I will not drown.
No longer a captive to fear’s cruel tide,
I step in with faith—my arms and heart open wide.
This baptism is more than a step in the light,
It’s a victory song, a fearless fight.
A symbol of grace, of my silent healing untold.
A soul once fractured, now fully whole.
For through it all—through blood, tears, and night,
Through storms of sorrow, through battles and fright—
God has remained, my shelter, my guide, my Father-
My ever-present, unwavering light.
I Am Ready.
Now, I rise, no longer confined to the trauma and fear.
Renewed in His love, forever divine.
I am His, I am free, and I am ready.
I Am Katrina
03/15/25
