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Almost anyone can be a blogger. There are tons of things to blog about. I’m a writer and blogger and last summer, with nothing but time on my hands between job hunting, (and plenty of wallowing in self-pity while routinely watching The Fresh-Prince of Bel-Air reruns) I grew frustrated and felt drawn to do something creative. I could think of no better way than to build a platform for my writing through blogging. It’s only been a year but I’ve enjoyed sharing different content on Making Waves and having the opportunity to minister and connect with people through my stories. I’m abundantly grateful that God trusts me with this and even more touched by those who read the work and have even reached out to me about different pieces shared. As a writer, there’s nothing more touching than someone reaching out to you about how your words have expressed how they’ve felt. Honestly, I’ve been scared to share different things on this blog, but the stories I’ve been hesitant to share are usually the ones with the most feedback and appreciation. And for that, I’m thankful and encouraged to share even more with you all. I’m excited about Making Waves and prayerfully hope to see its tides rise even higher. If you’re interested in blogging, give it a try. You likely have something unique to share with the world and all you have to do is make the decision to do something about that. Make some waves.




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