Reflecting on My Faith, My Calling, and the Road Ahead
My journey into Christianity was not marked by a single moment or dramatic conversion. It came in layers, in seasons, through both quiet whispers and desperate cries. I did not grow up in a family where God was the center of everything. I believed in Him, yes, but I didn’t know Him. I didn’t know what it meant to have a relationship with Jesus or what it looked like to walk in His grace daily. For a long time, I carried a version of faith that was rooted in fear, shame, and performance. I thought I had to earn love. I thought I had to prove my worth.
Everything around me reinforced that mindset. As a Division I athlete, I was constantly striving for perfection. In school, in sports, in how I looked, and in how I performed, there was never a moment I felt I could let up. I wore achievement like armor and pushed through pain, both physical and emotional, to keep up an image that looked strong on the outside. But the truth was, I was hurting deeply on the inside. I carried silent battles that few knew about. I was living with trauma from sexual assault, trying to smile while going to practice, sitting in class, and walking through campus as if nothing had happened. I was exhausted. Not just tired physically but tired in my soul.
It was in that brokenness that I first experienced the love of Christ in a real, intimate way. I remember being alone one night, crying uncontrollably, not even sure what I needed. I just knew I could not keep carrying everything on my own. And in that moment, I cried out to God not with perfect words or polished prayers, but with everything I had. And He met me there. He did not shame me. He did not tell me I was too far gone. He simply held me. I felt a peace I couldn’t explain and a sense of being seen that I had never known before.
That night was not the end of my pain, but it was the beginning of my healing. It was the start of a relationship with God that has changed everything. I began reading scripture with new eyes, seeing the kindness of Jesus not as an abstract idea but as a living presence. I joined Christian communities and mentorship groups, slowly learning how to surrender control and trust that I was loved not because of what I did, but because of who God is. That was one of the hardest lessons for me to learn that I did not have to earn what had already been freely given.
God’s presence in my life has been my anchor through every storm since. From physical injuries that impacted my athletic career to the long process of therapy and recovery from sexual trauma, to academic pressures and the fear of not being enough, He has been the one constant. He has reminded me over and over again that my story does not disqualify me. It prepares me. It equips me. It gives me compassion for others who are hurting. And that is what ultimately led me to pursue a career in healthcare specifically, physical therapy.
My dream is to become a Doctor of Physical Therapy not just because I love the human body or sports science, though I truly do. I want to become a physical therapist because I know what it is like to be broken. I know what it is like to feel like your body has betrayed you, to lose confidence in your own strength, and to need someone to believe in your healing when you are not sure you can. Physical therapy gave that back to me. It reminded me of who I was. It helped me reconnect with my identity and reclaim parts of myself I thought I had lost. I want to be that for someone else. I want to walk with people through the long road of recovery, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too.
I am especially passionate about working in underserved communities where access to culturally competent care is limited. As a Black woman, I know firsthand what it feels like to be overlooked or dismissed in a healthcare setting. I want to change that. I want to create an environment where every patient feels seen, respected, and valued. I want to specialize in both sports rehabilitation and pediatric care, with a particular interest in working with infants and NICU patients. I believe that healing starts early and that supporting a child’s development can change the entire trajectory of a family’s life.
I also see my future practice as a place of spiritual encouragement. While I understand not all patients share the same faith, I believe that showing Christ’s love through compassion, excellence, and intentional care can speak volumes. I want to be a provider who prays over her patients behind the scenes, who brings peace into a room just by how she listens, and who never forgets that each person she serves is made in the image of God. That is what drives me. That is what gives meaning to my studies, my goals, and my vision for the future.
But the reality is that this journey is expensive. Applying to Doctor of Physical Therapy programs comes with heavy financial burdens. Between application fees for each school, official transcript requests, GRE testing for certain programs, and the cost of travel for interviews and visits, the process can easily cost thousands of dollars. And that is just to apply. Once admitted, tuition, relocation, books, and living expenses become additional challenges. While I have been working hard to save and have received some support from family, the weight is still heavy. Sometimes it feels like no matter how hard I try to prepare, I am always one unexpected cost away from being forced to delay my dreams.
Receiving this scholarship would be more than financial relief it would be answered prayer. It would be confirmation that I am not alone on this path. It would allow me to apply to the programs that truly align with my mission, rather than limiting myself to what I can afford. It would free me to focus on finishing my final undergraduate courses strong, rather than splitting my time between studies and trying to make ends meet. And most importantly, it would give me room to continue serving and volunteering without burning out from the pressure to constantly hustle for income. I want to give my best to this calling and this scholarship would help me do just that.
Looking ahead, I see a future where I open a wellness and rehab center in a community that has long been underserved. I see a space filled with joy, healing, and empowerment a place where athletes, mothers, survivors, and children come not just to recover, but to rediscover their strength. I want to create internships for minority students pursuing careers in physical therapy. I want to offer free injury screenings to local athletes who cannot afford proper care. I want to bring in mental health professionals, nutritionists, and pastors to make healing truly holistic. This is not just a job for me. It is a calling.
I also want to give back by mentoring younger women of color who are navigating STEM fields and healthcare programs. Representation matters. Seeing someone who looks like you thriving in a space you dream of entering can change everything. I want to help break the cycles of limitation and open doors for the next generation. I want to remind them that God does not waste pain, and that their story, no matter how complicated, can be used for something beautiful.
Ultimately, my goal is not to just succeed in healthcare. My goal is to reflect the heart of Jesus in how I serve. I want to help people move, breathe, and live again not just in their bodies, but in their spirits too. And I know that with support, prayer, and persistence, this dream will become a reality.
This scholarship would not only fund my education it would help me carry out my God-given purpose. And for that, I would be endlessly grateful.