Half Holy, Half Hood

Balancing faith and personality quirks

I’m probably not the poster child for what a “perfect Christian” looks like. I love Jesus with my whole heart — but I’m also side-eyeing people from the corner of it.

Some days I’m praying for my enemies. Other days I’m asking God if I can send them a strongly worded voice note first.

It’s not that I’m fake. It’s just… I’m human. And I think sometimes people forget that faith doesn’t erase your personality. It refines it. It works through it. It gives it purpose.

But it doesn’t delete your edge.

I used to think I had to tone myself down to be taken seriously as a believer. Be softer. Be quieter. Be less sarcastic. Less opinionated. Less me.

But then I realized — God knew exactly who He was calling when He called me. He knew I was a little dramatic. A little petty. A little loud. And He didn’t flinch.

He doesn’t save people to make them boring. He saves them to make them whole.

And sometimes wholeness looks like learning how to steward the parts of your personality that used to get you in trouble. Like using your boldness to speak up for what’s right instead of clapping back in comments. Like using your wit to encourage people instead of roast them. Like using your fire to pray hard instead of fight dirty.

It’s a process. Trust me, I know.

There are days I catch myself slipping into old habits — getting defensive, getting sarcastic, getting real hood real fast

Some days, I bite my tongue. Other days, I ask for forgiveness after I don’t. Some days I walk in pure peace. Other days I have to literally ask God to keep me from catching a case or throwing hands.

But through it all, He’s there — teaching me, loving me, sanctifying me, and even laughing with me when I catch myself going full hood on a situation that just needed a little grace.

So yeah, I’m a little holy and a little hood.
Still growing. Still surrendering.
But fully His.