Growing up, I struggled with the idea that I had to “have it all together” in order to approach God. I carried a silent perfectionism and a fear that my brokenness disqualified me from closeness with Him. I was the older sister, the role model, the one who took care of others even when I didn’t know how to care for myself. I wore my strength like a mask and smiled through the hardships and storms. But inside, I was yearning for rest, love, and meaning. I didn’t know it then, but I was already craving what only God could offer: a relationship rooted not in performance, but in His grace.
It wasn’t one moment that brought me to faith, but a series of quiet, sacred interruptions. During high school, especially my junior year, I experienced a deep season of depression and anxiety that made it hard to see light in anything. My friendships felt shaky, my academic pressure was relentless, and I often felt emotionally unsupported by those I expected to understand me most. On the outside, I was involved in everything: sports teams, leadership councils, and service projects, but inside, I felt like I was crumbling. I felt invisible in rooms I was supposed to belong in. But it was in those quiet, lonely places that I encountered God.
I began talking to God more vulnerably than I ever had before and with raw honesty. In those moments, I began to feel His presence. Not always as an immediate fix, but as an unexplainable peace. The Bible verse that anchored me during that season was Isaiah 43:2, which says, “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you.” That scripture taught me that faith didn’t mean avoiding the troubled waters; it meant knowing I wouldn’t drown in them.
That peace carried me through my hardships. I began reading scripture for myself so I could truly understand who Jesus was. I was struck by how tender He was with the broken, how direct He was with the proud, and how consistent He was in love. Jesus didn’t shame people for their doubts or distance. He called them by name and met them in their humanity. That gave me permission to bring my full self to God; the questions, the confusion, the ambition, and the pain. Slowly, my faith became less about religion and more about relationship.
My involvement with my church's youth ministry, SAVED Americas, was also transformative. Helping to plan online Zoom services, worship nights, summer camps, and building community with other young believers gave me the accountability and connection I needed as a young teen. I learned how to pray aloud, how to speak from the heart without fear of judgment, and how to trust others with the vulnerability of my testimony and spiritual journey. Through SAVED, I began to see myself not just as someone being led, but as someone capable of leading. That was a shift I did not expect. God showed me that my voice truly mattered.
Now, as I prepare to enter college as a Biology major on the pre-med track, I carry my faith with me not just in my heart, but in how I hope to serve others. I aspire to become a pediatric surgeon with a focus on public health, especially advocating for equitable maternal and child care in underserved communities. My calling is rooted in both science and compassion. I believe medicine is not just about diagnostics, but about presence, trust, and the act of caring for someone’s life. My faith has taught me how to listen, how to be patient, and how to see people the way God sees them; not as problems to be fixed, but as souls to be loved.
I’ve had glimpses of this calling already. I volunteered through my school’s community service program at a local youth organization, where I helped tutor and care for children who had experienced trauma or instability. It has been such an impactful experience, teaching me how to be gentle. How to ask, not assume. How to sit with someone and truly see them for who they are, without needing to fix their pain immediately. My faith shows up in those moments—in the dignity of showing up, listening, staying, and praying.
This scholarship would make a tangible difference in my journey. My family and I have been navigating financial need for years. I have often taken on responsibilities beyond my age, caring for my younger brother, helping manage the household, and even taking multiple part-time jobs during the summer. Every opportunity I receive, whether big or small, helps to lighten the load and brings me closer to fulfilling my purpose.
In college, I plan to be deeply involved in Christian fellowship groups, continue service work, and eventually pursue medical missions. I want to serve both locally and globally. I want to meet not only physical needs but also spiritual ones. I envision leading community-based health education programs, advocating for policy reform in healthcare, and mentoring young women of color who, like me, once doubted their voice or place in the world. I want to show them what God showed me: that you are enough, that you are loved, and that you are called, even if the world tells you otherwise.
Receiving the Thomas Rorie Jr. Memorial Scholarship would be more than a financial blessing. It would be a reminder that walking in faith is never in vain. Pastor Rorie’s legacy of generosity, kindness, and belief in the unique walk each person has with God mirrors what I strive for daily. His life reminds me that faith doesn't have to be loud to be strong. It can be quiet and steadfast, and still move mountains.
I am not perfect, and I don’t pretend to be. There are still days I doubt, still nights I cry, still seasons where the silence feels long. But even in those places, I have found God. I have found the strength to keep going, the courage to lead, and the love to serve. And that, to me, is what it means to walk by faith wholeheartedly.