MY STORY There are some encounters with God that become impossible to deny. You may not know how to explain them to everyone. But you know what happened inside of you. And once you know, you know. When I was twenty-three, my life came to a crossroads. My marriage was in a difficult place. I was slipping back into patterns I knew could destroy me. And deep down, I knew I had a choice to make. I could keep going down a path that would cost me more than I wanted to lose, or I co

MY STORY There was always something in me that wanted God. Even when I didn’t know how to live for Him. Even when I was confused. Even when I was one foot in and one foot out. Even when my life did not look surrendered. The desire was still there. When I was young and my oldest daughter was a baby, my dad would talk to me often about taking her to church and raising her in church. I remember saying something like, “If church is so great, why don’t you take her?” At the time,

MY STORY After that season, life didn’t pause to make sense of anything. It just kept moving. And I learned how to move with it. There is a kind of survival that doesn’t look dramatic on the outside. Sometimes it looks like responsibility. Sometimes it looks like getting up every day, showing up where you’re needed, and doing what has to be done without fully processing what you’re carrying inside. That became my life. I didn’t step into adulthood as someone whole who was bui

MY STORY There are moments in life you do not fully understand while you are living them. This was one of those moments for me. At fifteen, I attempted suicide. Even now, those words feel heavy to write because when most people picture someone struggling that deeply, they imagine visible chaos. They imagine someone obviously falling apart. But that was not me. On the outside, I still functioned. I still showed up. I still smiled when I needed to smile. Most people would have

MY STORY There are parts of my life that looked completely fine from the outside. I was the person who could show up, smile, hold a conversation, and make things feel normal. I learned how to read a room quickly. I knew how to adjust my tone, my expression, even my energy depending on what was needed. People would have described me as Confident. Outgoing. Secure. But what they didn’t see was that I learned all of that because I didn’t feel safe being fully seen. I don’t remem