in the world, to inspire others to live out their lives doing the things that the loved.
And that’s where words began to plant themselves in my heart as little seedlings, that when watered and cared for they bloomed into stories; stories of my life. That’s when I discovered journaling. I don’t remember when it started exactly, but when the words didn’t form in my mouth they would form in my hands. Soon I was crafting stories and fitting words together to create unique stories and letters that I would share with my family and friends.
A friend of mine was struggling, so I decided to write her a letter telling her how worthy she is. How special and loved she is. How, even during the hardest days, she could always find a friend in Jesus.
When I gave her the letter, she was so inspired that eventually the mean words and harsh actions of others didn’t bother her anymore and she was able to overcome her battle because of the words that God breathed into my heart. He used me in such an incredible way; through the words that bloomed in my heart I was able to make a big impact.
That’s when I decided to become a writer.
Words have always been important to me, but it wasn’t until they starting inspiring those around me that I decided to put them to good use. I was going to do something, through the grace of God, that would rock the world on its axis.
I was going to start a magazine.
This was huge.
Me, Kylie Jacobs, your “average” sixteen year old girl, was going to defy the status quo and reject the social norms of society. I was going to do something to change the world, putting 1 Timothy 4:12 into action.
The vision of this magazine became to slowly fall into place.Having absolutely no idea how to start a magazine online, I plunged headfirst into the waters. I knew that God was in control, and if this was His plan for my life that it would all fall into place. A lot of people doubted me, and ultimately doubted what God was doing with my life. They said I was “too young” and “not experienced enough”. The devil used their negative words to sneak in and beat me to the ground.
What was I doing this?
Thoughts of negativity seeped into my heart and mind and soul. I was ready to give up, to throw all my hard work aside and call it quits. I was too young to be starting a magazine. Nobody was going to read it, let alone like reading it. It was a lost cause.
But, I didn’t give up.
I still doubted myself, but I didn’t stop.
There came a time, after losing subscribers on my blog and feeling really down about it, when I thought this journey had reached the end of the road and it was time to pack the car up and drive back home. I thought that my words and my story were no longer inspiring anybody.
That’s when I got an email.
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