Too Broken To Be Called? Think again

Let me save you about ten years of running in circles: Your call will haunt you until you answer it.

And I don’t mean “haunt” in the spooky, ghost-in-your-closet sense. I mean it’s stitched into you so deeply that no matter how far you run, no matter how many distractions you collect whether it’s Netflix binges, a glass of wine you promise is “just one” or those weird TikTok rabbit holes, it still finds its way back to you.

You’ll catch glimpses of it when you’re washing dishes, sitting in traffic, or scrolling at 2AM… or in that ache when you see someone else living the life you know deep down you’re supposed to step into. The call on your life never stays silent.

When I Tried to Silence Mine

I know this because I tried to silence mine once.
I tried to be practical.
I tried to “tone myself down.”
I tried to fit in.

But my purpose was stubborn and thank God for that.

Purpose Doesn’t Stay Buried

Here’s what I’ve learned: the call on your life is never lights out. Even when you bury it, it keeps beaming through you. People around you can see it and feel it, sometimes even more than you can.

Unfortunately, most won’t tell you.
And even if they do… will you believe them?

It’s hard to accept someone else’s picture of you when you’ve only seen the messy, insecure, healing-in-progress version in the mirror. (And maybe a hair situation that deserves its own therapy.)

But maybe that’s the point.

My First Call

The first time I got a call to talk about mental health, it wasn’t glamorous.
I didn’t apply.
I didn’t campaign.
I wasn’t out here manifesting with vision boards and sticky notes.

Someone who knew my story needed a speaker, and I was the perfect fit.

Me? A perfect fit?

Back then I was still depressed, still addicted, and still losing arguments to my own reflection in the mirror. Add social anxiety as the cherry on top, and you get the picture.

My mental state was staging a full-blown protest while my body was being dragged to the stage.

But I showed up anyway.

Hands shaking. Voice unsure.
The inner critic screaming “imposter!” louder than any microphone could.

And yet… somehow (and I literally mean somehow, because I couldn’t map the “how” if you gave me GPS), I pulled it off.

Life Has Jokes

The wild part? That one shaky, sweat-drenched talk opened other doors.

Suddenly, I was the “mental health speaker.”

Me. The girl who still Googled “how to stop crying randomly.”

Who knew my pain would be the very thing people sought me out for? Life has jokes.

“To give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they may be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.” – Isaiah 61:3

The Questions That Matter

Why does any of this matter? Well, let me ask you this:
Are you actually happy? Like, deep-down-happy?
At peace even when things fall apart?
Fulfilled?

Or do you sometimes feel like there’s this annoying little void inside of you that refuses to shut up, kind of like a mosquito at 2 a.m.?

If so, welcome to the club. Pull up a chair. You’re in good company.

You Weren’t Born Randomly

See, I believe God is way too intentional for any of us to just “randomly exist.”

You weren’t born 100 years ago, or 100 years from now. You were born now, at this exact time, with this exact age, in this exact body.

(Yes, even with that forehead you think is too big or that beard that looks like it’s still buffering.)

When you line up with why you’re really here, your soul lights up like the sun breaking through after days of storms.

And suddenly, life stops being about just surviving Mondays and making it to Friday.

God’s Fingerprints Are Everywhere

Here’s what I know for sure: God’s fingerprints are all over our stories, even the messy ones.

And honestly? I would be straight-up lying if I pretended He wasn’t the only reason I’ve made it this far.

The supernatural isn’t just some “churchy buzzword.” It’s real. It’s alive. And honestly, we should talk about it more.

Because I know some of y’all have had wild experiences but stay quiet like it’s classified CIA intel.

What Nari Is About

That’s what Nari is about.
Not just healing (though healing is beautiful),
But walking into our power and owning the assignments we were created for.

Because you matter. You really do.
If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.

So Let Me Ask You…

Why are you here?
What’s your part in this big, messy, beautiful story?
And what would happen if you actually stepped into it?

The question isn’t if you have a call.
The real question is:

👉 Will you answer it?

And if you do… what beautiful, messy, terrifying, breathtaking things might unfold?

My Heart for You

As much as you are tuned into Nari, I’m tuned into your story.
I want to be front row, testifying as a witness to how far you’ve come.

✨ Lock in! I’m cheering you on!! You got this!

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Till the next one,
I wish you love and fulfillment!
Shalom! ✨