Hello

I'm Troynesha, but you can call me T. A woman learning to worship through the waiting. For years, I wrote quietly in journals–pouring my thoughts, prayers, pain, and hope onto pages only God would see. I never imagined those private moments would one day become something I'd share. But over time, I realized that there's purpose even in the parts of our story we try to keep hidden. Especially there. This is Still Worshiping–a space I created from quiet prayers, almost ripped up paper drafts, and the kind of faith that whispers more than it shouts. If you're here expecting a perfect person with perfect answers...you may want to hit that back arrow. But if you're here for honest reflections, prayers that sound like real conversations, and some shy sarcasm sprinkled over soft worship–you're my kind of person. This blog is for the woman still trusting God in the middle of her mess. The one who's healing, becoming, and occasionally side-eyeing the timing of it all. So welcome. Take your shoes off (metaphorically–unless you're actually reading this barefoot, in which case, same). You're safe here. You're seen here. And I hope you find a little piece of yourself in these pages. I write. I reflect. I worship. I heal. And now–I share. This blog is my offering. It's a collection from a woman becoming. Becoming whole. Becoming honest. Becoming rooted in who God is calling me to be–even when the journey doesn't look like I thought it would. I don't have all the answers. But I bring God my whole heart–through every journaled prayer, poems, tears and now I bring it to you, too. So whether you're in a place of becoming, breaking, rebuilding or just breathing–you're welcome here. You don't have to be loud in your worship. You just have to show up with your heart.