The Heart Behind the Yellow Door

Why The Yellow Door Exists

In 2021, I received a prophetic word from a woman at my church—she said I was a scribe in the Kingdom. At the time, I didn’t even know what that meant. So I looked it up.

Scribes were record keepers. Writers. People who preserved what mattered.

That word stayed with me.

I’ve journaled on and off since I was a teenager—always drawn to good pens and beautiful notebooks, always writing something down. Still, I tucked that word away for a “one day” moment… not realizing God was already planting something.

A woman with dark hair wearing a denim shirt, smiling outdoors with a river and rocks in the background.
A woman with long dark hair, wearing a black and white patterned shirt, sitting indoors by a large window, writing in a notebook. In the foreground, there are decorative dried plants in a glass jar, and a framed sign that says 'PRAYERS for Elena.' There's a small wooden tray and some papers on the table, and colorful textured cloths around, with a view of a backyard with a fence and outdoor furniture outside the window.

The Moment It Became Real

When “One Day” Became Now

In 2023, I started talking about wanting to create a blog. Around that same time, a friend invited me to a writing workshop.

I showed up and immediately felt out of place.

I was surrounded by women who had written books, started podcasts, and published devotionals. And then there was me—a housewife with a prophetic word and an idea.

But as the speaker began, he said something that stopped me in my tracks:
“The Lord is calling His scribes to rise up.”

That word again.

It hit me deeply. This wasn’t just an idea anymore—this was something God was asking me to step into.

And still… I hesitated.

The Fear + The Step Forward

Doing It Afraid

Starting a blog felt intimidating.

Fear of failure. Fear of the unknown. Fear of all the platforms and “how-to’s” and everything in between.

So I took steps—but I didn’t fully move. Not at first.

But today? I’m here.

Building this blog. Walking out that word.
With fear still present—but no longer in control.

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The Heart Behind It

Twenty Years of Walking With Jesus

I have 20 years of walking with the Lord—and a lifetime of stories to show for it.

There have been seasons of obedience… and seasons of disobedience.
Moments of steadfast faith… and moments of struggle.
Testimonies of chains breaking, generational cycles ending, prayers answered, and dreams still unfolding.

And through it all—God has remained faithful.

What You’ll Find Here

Step Through the Door

If you’re here, it’s not by accident.

Take your time. Read the blogs. Download the resources.
Reflect on your own story.

Because your history with God matters too.

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