Sometimes, amidst the heavy lifting of discernment and the vulnerability of putting thoughts into the world, we have to pause and simply say thank you.
When you write about the realities of faith, challenges, and the intersections of life and dyslexia, you never quite know how it will land. You press ‘publish’ and leave it in God’s hands. But the response to my recent posts on Discernwithdyslexia has been a profound reminder of why this space exists.
To the Community Who Reached Out
To everyone who has taken the time to reach out recently: thank you. Your messages, your shared stories, and your quiet words of encouragement have been a soothing balm.
It is a deeply humbling experience to realise that my own wrestlings and reflections resonate with yours. You remind me that none of us are walking this path in isolation. The digital world can sometimes feel disconnected, but the warmth and sincerity of this community prove otherwise. Your engagement is a gift I do not take for granted.
The Bedrock of Friends and Family
Beyond the screen, this journey of discernment is sustained by the people who see the messy, everyday reality of it. I am overwhelmingly thankful for my friends and my family. They are the ones who offer grace when I am tired and perspective when I am overwhelmed.
It is often in the quietest, most ordinary moments—perhaps just sharing a cup of tea and a conversation with Vicky, or feeling the simple, grounding comfort of our Westie resting nearby—that the weight of this calling is made lighter.
To have a foundation of people who love you not for what you are producing, but simply for who you are, is an extraordinary blessing. They are the anchor that allows me to safely explore the deep waters of where God is leading.
The Cheerleaders Who Have Gone Before
As I reflect on those who support me, my thoughts inevitably turn to those who are no longer sitting at the table with us. There are beautiful souls who have passed on but whose voices still echo loudly in my heart. They were the early cheerleaders for my discernment.
They saw glimpses of a calling in me before I had the courage to see it myself. They prayed for me, challenged me, and loved me fiercely. While they may not be here to read these posts or see the next steps unfold in late 2026 and beyond, their legacy is woven into the very fabric of my journey. In the Christian tradition, we speak of a “great cloud of witnesses,” and I take immense comfort in knowing they are still cheering from the stands. I carry their wisdom and their belief in me every single day.
Looking Forward
Gratitude has a way of shifting our perspective.
It moves our eyes from the mountains we still have to climb to the people holding the ropes alongside us.
To the readers of Discernwithdyslexia, to my family, and to the saints who have gone before: thank you for being part of this story.