this is me.

It is high time I introduced myself! My name is Molly Mayo and I am a twenty-something just going through life.

This is my outlet.

Where all my thoughts, ideas, opinions, curiosities and dreams all culminate. I write for the lone traveler, the thoughtful companion, the hopeless romantic. The one searching for answers and the one who has them all. I write for the glory of the creator of the universe, my Abba Father and for my aching heart.

At first I never dreamed of anyone reading what I write here – for such a thought is remarkable beyond compare – I simply forced myself to sit down and breathe. Sometimes feeling like a pressure cooker under release, letting all the steam shoot off into the sky before moving on with life. At other times a calm and flowing brook, bubbling and gurgling in complete contentment. But after a while I often thought of you, you know. Sitting here, writing, with a hot drink close by and a melodramatic song in the background (right now its ‘Signs and Traces’). I often wish to escape to this place, where I can quietly do what I was destined to do. But I do not control my destiny. I merely follow it. Ephesians 2:10 says, ‘we are his masterpiece, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.’ I have a great and magnificent future ahead of me. And it may not be what I think.

I love to write.

No, seriously. I don’t know if it is the inner person inside of me that is secretly delighted that I can say whatever I want…for however long I want. (Morality intact, limitations secure, I open my heart and walk through the door.) Yet, there are few people who truly “get” me. One of them reads what I write. So I understand that it’s confusing at times. But I’ll do the best I can. We’ll resonate, I think. And if not, that’s cool too.

I write because I have no other alternative. I’m not good at sports, I’m not patient enough to paint, I’m too empathetic to be a doctor, I am not inclined to monotony and I never was very good at math. Notwithstanding, there are few things people have an inner drive for. A God-given passion that inspires and excites. One that you stare at in the face and know that it’s going to be a long journey. But one that you are excited to pursue.

Each of us has the divine spark, my friend. Something placed deep inside of you that calls you to create–a passion coursing through your veins. For some it’s in the heart of a baby grand piano, for others, it’s the thrill of standing in front of a crowd and showing a piece of their soul. Still others feel a soaring feeling while standing in front of a skyscraper, looking far up and seeing the unlimited potential in the heavens. Mine just happens to be at the end of a G2 pen.

Before you read any further, there’s something you have to know. I’m also crazy in love with Jesus. He infuses everything I write with glimpses of His wonder. It is my love for Him that gives me purpose, passion, and a plan to follow Him wherever He leads. Ultimately, I write because I have the divine spark. God has opened every door I’ve walked through and to look back and see his gentle guidance overwhelms me. This is what I was born to do. This is one of His gifts to me. So. Where do I go from here? I have no idea. Since last September I have taken a bold leap from the comfort zone to the faith zone and I have the sneaking suspicion there’s no going back. It’s straight up mountain tops and valley lows from here.

This is my outlet. You are my audience. God is my guide.

Anything can happen.

2 thoughts on “this is me.

  1. Great to meet you and what a wonderful introduction. Wishing that you realise all that you want on your writing journey, and I’m looking forward that what else you have to share!


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