brianna persinger

faith | culture | motherhood

Alright, Y’all, first things first:

You’re in the right place.

Deep down we believe that the work we do today is important. We want to do something good with our time here. We want to root ourselves to work and ministry that leaves a legacy. We want to live a life that matters.

But it’s easy to feel down when you feel too small to do much good, isn’t it?

The truth is most of us will live gloriously small lives. There will be assignments from God in our lives that are humbling and simple. The equally phenomenal truth is the light of Christ within you is not weakened because of your place on a map or the experience on your resume.

Instead, maybe rooting yourself in the small place God has planted you in this season is the mightiest thing you can do because of the work of His hands through your story.

This is a blog for the ones who are waiting to go abroad as much as for the ones who want to trust they’ve been planted here for a reason. This is a place for the readers and do-gooders, the ones who want to believe that God does much with little.

If you feel close to where you started, yet yearn to make every day count, you’re in good company. Your story is not too small and your address isn’t wrong. You’re in the right place.

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Lived in earnest.

Stories written for you.

Stories written in the margin of motherhood, the lessons unplanned as an English instructor, and the way of earnestly seeking God in it all. Learning lessons the hard way and documenting them for your edification.

Fill your cup.

It’s a latergram.

@brianna.persinger

It all started when my granny gave me a typewriter.

I used to gaze out the window on the bus ride home from school and strand words together in my mind. As an elementary kid, I made it a goal to check out a chapter book every week during my class’ regular library visit – a practice that held me accountable to reading my way through the full and colorful shelves. It was around this time I got a typewriter from my granny too.

A lot’s changed since those bus rides down windy roads. But in every season, writing has been the thread weaving my purpose through this earth-side venture.

Fast forward to my 20s. I began teaching adult refugees English in their homes and coordinating a literacy afterschool program for refugee youth. My friends would light up about my stories from the field, but I called it unimpressive. All of it. I was working a nonprofit salary half an hour down the road from the small-town I grew up in. I started (and restarted) a blog many times. I was a teacher, but not a *real* teacher. I loved the path I’d been led down, but a part of me felt sheepish about the humility of it all.

But steps taken while clinging to faith led me here. It occurred to me one day that maybe this small, humbling life is ridiculously glorious in the hands of God. My written journey resonated with others. A new sense of purpose was birthed within me as I realized how much joy there was in helping others love their calling, learn more about the nations, and grow closer to God in all of it.

I’m really glad to share this space with you. I pray these cracked stories of faith, culture, and motherhood will lift you up in the perfect love of Christ as we seek to live well and in wonder. Thanks for embarking on the journey with me.

Brianna Persinger

disciple | english teacher | mama