Why I Live

What is my life all about? I’ve asked that question in the quiet, in the chaos, and in the darkest valleys. I work, I eat, I breathe—and one day, all of it will be summed up in a dash between two dates on a tombstone. But I’ve come to believe that the dash matters. It’s not meaningless. It’s the space where God writes His story through mine.

I live to make a ripple. A drop in the ocean that stirs something greater. Like butterfly wings that set off a storm of grace. I live for Christ—not because I’m strong, but because He met me when I was at my weakest.

There were seasons when I couldn’t work, when bipolar disorder left me feeling broken and buried. Depression, despair, and discouragement were constant companions. I didn’t know if I’d ever find my way back. But Christ never left. He sat with me in the silence. He held me when I couldn’t hold myself.

Now, I find meaning in the everyday. Work has become therapy—a rhythm that grounds me. Medication isn’t weakness; it’s a power-up, a gift that helps me stay steady. I’ve learned that healing doesn’t always look like a miracle. Sometimes it looks like showing up, one day at a time.

“To live is Christ, and to die is gain.” That verse used to feel distant. Now it feels like home. I live not to chase success or perfection, but to reflect the love that saved me. And if my life can be a small light for someone else walking through the dark, then the dash will have been worth it.

PottersClay.Blog is where I share this journey—not polished, but real. If you’ve ever felt lost, weary, or unsure of your purpose, I hope you’ll find comfort here. You’re not alone. And your dash matters, too.