I was raised in the Anglican Church and dedicated to God as a baby, long before I understood what that meant. Church was more than a weekend thing in my family, and it was woven into the fabric of our lives. My grandmother is a Lay Reader, faithfully serving in her parish. My mother taught Sunday school and served in the Mothers’ Union, modeling what it meant to love God, serve others, and stay rooted in faith.

I also spent 17 years in Catholic schools, attending daily Mass and learning sacred practices (like the sign of the cross, praying to Mary, and saying novenas) that I integrated into my spiritual routine. My faith was deeply rooted in tradition, but not always in relationship.

In 2018, I rededicated my life to Christ. But it wasn’t until 2023 that I truly began pursuing an intentional walk with Him. I found a home church, sought His presence daily, learned to hear His voice, and let Him into the places I once kept hidden. That’s where Nandi’s Diary was born, not just as a blog but as a sacred response to the One who kept chasing after my heart.

This is a space for the in-between. For those wrestling with grief, healing from old wounds, rediscovering joy, or learning to recognize the voice of God in silence. If that’s you, you’re not alone. Welcome home.