What I Want

Written by Julie

On January 16, 2020

When I walk into a room, I want people to notice.

When I open my mouth to talk, I want people to listen and hear.

I want them to be inspired and challenged.

I want them to pay attention to me and be amazed.

I want people to know exactly who I am, and I want them to tell others about me.

But I don’t want it to be because of me necessarily.

You see, when I show up, I want them to notice the difference that’s in me because of Jesus. I want them to feel the presence of God showing up with me.

I want them to listen to the words God gives me, words that give biblical advice, words that share the love of Christ. I want them to hear the story of the loving God Who has saved me and will save them if they ask.

I want them to be inspired and challenged to be a better person, a better Christian.

I want them to pay attention to me so they can hear about Jesus, hear about how He’s been working in my life, and I want them to be amazed by Him.

I want people to know who I am because of the difference I have (more correctly, God has) made in people’s lives and because of the way I’m different. I want them to tell others about me, so that they too can hear about Jesus.

I don’t want them to see me, no.

I want them to see Jesus in me.



Hi, I'm Julie, a 16-year-old lover of books, music, and Jesus. I'm a junior in high school (Abeka Academy) and have been blogging for two years. I also co-publish a digital magazine called Priceless geared toward teen girls. My desire is to use my words to glorify my Saviour and to encourage you in your walk with God. I'd love to hear from you!

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2 years ago

I love your heart, Julie! šŸ’™