About us

For years, we didn’t journal. We lived our walk with God in the moment — the dreams, the prayers, the words spoken over us through preachers, the small confirmations along the way — and trusted that we would remember.

We didn’t.

It usually surfaced in conversations with other believers. Someone would mention a word that had been spoken over us years earlier, and we’d realize we had forgotten it entirely — or only half remembered, missing the pieces that gave it meaning.

So we started journaling. On paper, at first. It helped, but it wasn’t enough. A dream in one notebook, a prayer in another, a sermon note scribbled on the back of a church bulletin. The pieces were there, but we couldn’t trace them. We couldn’t see how a word from years ago connected to a dream last month, or to an answered prayer last week. The walk was happening — we just couldn’t see the shape of it.

A call we didn’t understand yet

About eight years ago, God put a desire in our hearts to build something. We didn’t know what it was. We just knew there was something we were supposed to make. So we tried. We built apps. Some of them got close to finished. Some of them barely got past an idea on a napkin. None of them ever made it out the door. Every time, the energy would run out, or the problem would turn out to be the wrong problem, or we’d quietly realize this wasn’t the thing.

For years that was hard to sit with. We knew the call was real, but the shape of it wouldn’t come into focus. Looking back, we think God was teaching us how to build — how to ship code, how to design something a person could actually use, how to finish — before He showed us what to build.

The catalyst — my wife

Last year, the thing finally came into focus. My wife was deep in her own journaling practice and ran into the exact problem we’d been bumping into for years: too many notebooks, too many places, no way to trace a dream from 2018 to a prophecy from 2022 to an answered prayer last Tuesday. She needed one place to gather all of it. So we started building.

My Christian Journal is what came out of that. A single place to gather not just dreams, but your entire walk with God — prophecies, prayers, devotionals, church services, personal notes — organized, searchable, and yours for the long haul. So that when your children, or another believer, or your own future self asks what God has been doing, you have an answer you can actually trace.

Humble beginnings

We’re a small operation. No investors, no marketing team, no fancy office — just a husband and wife who believe God asked us to build this and finally figured out what “this” was. These are humble beginnings, and we know it. We’re trusting God to take care of the rest from here. If My Christian Journal helps you see the shape of your walk with Him a little more clearly, then everything we spent those eight years learning was worth it.