In 1995, I was just a teenager with a dream, a deep calling to serve the Lord. That calling led me to consider studying at the Gevorkian Theological Seminary. But my qualifications were less than impressive. My grades weren’t great. My teachers didn’t hold back—they laughed and said, “You? Seminary? You’re not cut out for this.” Even family members gently suggested it might not be the right path for me.

While others doubted me, my parents believed in me. My church community encouraged me. They saw a spark of faith and a willingness to serve where others saw shortcomings. Above all, God believed in me, planting the seed of hope that would guide me forward.