Become Her Novena, Not Just Her Devotee
I didn’t follow Jesus
to be safe.
I followed Him
because something in me
was tired of being hollow
while looking whole.
Discipleship, I’m learning,
isn’t about having answers.
It’s about letting Him rearrange
the questions I cling to.
To be with Jesus
is to slow down enough
to notice who He notices.
To become like Him
is to unlearn the need
to be impressive.
To do as He did
is to choose love
when it costs more
than silence ever would.
Some days, I walk closely.
Other days, I trail behind—
distracted, unsure,
carrying parts of myself
He never asked me to keep.
Still, He waits.
Not with disappointment,
but with direction.
I am training my life—
my words,
my reactions,
my hidden motives—
to His way of mercy,
His stubborn grace,
His refusal to abandon
even those who hesitate.
Following Jesus hasn’t made me perfect.
It has made me honest.
It has taught me
that faith isn’t escape—
it’s embodiment.
And if I’m known for anything,
let it be this:
I am still practising the way—
and somehow,
the Way
keeps practising grace
on me.