About Me


I am a preacher’s/missionary’s kid, raised in a Christian home by two loving parents.  My faith in the gospel of Jesus Christ began at a very early age. Youth Group, Church choir, Bible study, and mission trips were all a part of my young life.

I thought I knew Christ, believed in the promises written in scripture, trusted him fully.  I thought I had a faith “that could move mountains”.

But, when my world turned upside down and everything I believed in no longer made sense, I grew angry and bitter at God, thrusting Him out of my sight with a shaking fist. Read the details of my story here. 

Rage consumed me.

Self-pity prevailed.  

Darkness overshadowed

my life.

I found myself at the bottom of a deep, dark pit. A pinhole of light was trying to push through the top – I could see it, I knew it was God, my lifeline.  I just didn’t have the strength or desire to climb towards it.

God met me there. In my pit of despair, he wrapped his gentle arms around me. Just me and Him. His Light found me in the darkness.

He was patient.  And, slowly, slowly, I clawed my way out and fought for understanding.

Who is this God that can take something so precious from me, allow me to hurt so deeply, yet still want me to trust and believe “that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose”? (Romans 8:28)


Pleading, I cried out,

“Lord, I will do whatever

it takes to feel intimacy

with you again.”

“Then tell your story”,

the Lord replied.

And so I do in obedience to His call.

On my heart, were wounds left by years of pain, deep loss, anger, and bitterness.  His balm of grace, forgiveness, mercy and redemption has healed those wounds. ‘Now only the scars remain.

I sing praises of thanksgiving to His Name for the scars I bear, for without them I would not be the person I am today. I am a new creation in Christ.  I marvel at his grace and mercy on me, for he loves me just the way I am, scars and all.

“I waited patiently for the LORD; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.  He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the LORD, “. Psalm 40:1-3

My story of redemption is just that – my story.  We all have our stories.  I am here to tell mine in hopes that it will touch you and through my story of pain and tribulation you will come to know Jesus Christ as Savior.   He can and will find the lost, redeem the broken, give sight the blind, heal the lame, and give Living Water to the thirsty.

All glory and honor and praise are His. Amen.

 My Sincerest Blessings,