I thought I could never return to ministry—until I realized God wasn’t calling me back, but forward. If you’ve been following me since the beginning, you would have seen my fall and my slow recovery. You’ve watched my poems start accusatory and lost. I teetered between pain and peace. Finally, landing on the declaration of God’s goodness.
All of this has changed me and my trajectory more than I could have foreseen. In the past couple of years, I’ve felt this pull back to ministry after taking a sabbatical. But I struggled with its concept. Too many bad memories have stained what I used to do.
I’ve been pondering what it would look like to serve and declare the gospel again. I wondered if I could ever serve again… it honestly felt impossible. The problem was that I was trying to return to my old habits of ministering. I didn’t realize it until I told our pastor, “I don’t want to be in ministry at the church… I feel my ministry is my writing.” I didn’t expect this new ministry to fall into my lap, but it did.
Over Christmas, I returned home to visit family and friends. While visiting my closest friend, she offered advice on how to promote my upcoming books. Upon returning home, I started an Instagram account to help women struggling with infertility. The hope originally was to promote my devotional on infertility. Instead, I awakened a strong desire to help these women.
A plan to grow a following turned into my deepest desire. I’ve spent hours poring over scripture and how to reach these women. All the years of wrestling with this knowledge. All the lessons I’ve learned, all the sorrow I felt have led me here. Exactly, where I am supposed to be.
-Jessica Railsback
JANUARY 2026 NEWSLETTER
Renewed Dream 