About Me

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Before I begin my story, I want to say this clearly:

I am a beautiful tapestry of miracles in progress. The fact that I stand here today—alive, sane, and whole—is nothing short of a relentless pursuit of healing and a fierce desire to live my life fully for Christ. I gave Him permission to do what only He could do, and He met me in the deepest places of my pain. My heart’s desire now is to leave a legacy of emotional health for my family and for every person He entrusts to me.

I have been called to create a safe place for people to heal in every regard—spirit, soul, mind, and body.

It would take an entire book to tell the full story of my childhood trauma and the years of abuse that shaped me. But I will give you a glimpse, because when you understand where I’ve come from, you will understand why my heart beats for the broken.

My parents married young, each carrying wounds from their own childhoods that were too heavy to speak of. Just a year later, before they even had a chance to breathe as newlyweds, tragedy struck—an event that shattered them at the core. Only days earlier, they had learned my mother was pregnant with me. I would become the oldest of four daughters, all born within four and a half years.

After the tragedy, my parents were emotionally paralyzed. They could not nurture, comfort, or love. They self-medicated just to function. And at a very tender age, I became the parent in our home. My sisters later came to me separately, thanking me for “raising them well.” I was the one who stepped between our parents during fights. I was my mother’s confidant—carrying adult secrets and adult fears with a little girl’s heart.

My father was physically present but emotionally absent. His job was his joy; we were not. He was angry, disappointed that his children were not sons, and the atmosphere in our tiny mobile home shifted the moment he walked through the door. We were transient—moving every 3 to 9 months because of his profession. We weren’t homeschooled; instead, we walked into new public schools every few months. I attended three different first grades. I never learned what stability felt like.

Broken people make broken choices. And in my longing for love, I made painful choices of my own. Two marriages—both marked by hardship and deep wounds—followed. During my first marriage, I met Jesus. I fell completely, passionately in love with Him. Without Him, I would not be alive today. That is the rock-solid truth.

But even in the church, the pain didn’t stop. Subtle spiritual abuse grew louder and more destructive. Poor counsel and lack of support eventually broke my children and me. After 14 years, I left my marriage—but the abuse continued for years. Eventually, I walked away from the church I had served faithfully for over two decades. Trauma kept coming from every direction. I spent many years as a single mother—raw, exhausted, and unable to find safety anywhere.

I loved the Lord desperately, but the weight of trauma made life hard to navigate. I felt alone. I felt unseen. I felt like I didn’t want to live anymore. I sought help through church counseling and years of therapy for complex trauma and PTSD. There were moments of breakthrough—but not freedom.

And then the Lord stepped in.

Several years into my second marriage, I began having encounters with Jesus—intimate, sacred moments where He made it clear that He intended to heal my wounds Himself. It was powerful, holy, and undeniable. After that marriage ended, He told me He wasn’t done—that He would finish the work He began.

Later, He moved me to Kansas City and placed me in a community committed to emotional and spiritual maturity. Layer after layer of trauma began to lift. Safe relationships formed. Ministries poured truth into places that had only ever known pain. The Holy Spirit revealed generations of trauma rooted in my bloodline—and one by one, He healed them.

I know trauma.
I know abuse.
I know the ache of wanting a place to feel safe.
I know the loneliness of feeling like you don’t belong anywhere.

And I also know redemption.
I know restoration.
I know the tender, patient unraveling that Jesus offers.

Today, I stand with a burning passion to meet people exactly where they are. Creating a safe, sacred place for healing isn’t just my calling—it’s my joy. I offer ministry to women, men, and young people desperately longing for peace, belonging, and wholeness.

This is my invitation to you:
Come home. To safety. To belonging. To the healing your heart has been craving for years.

Jesus is ready to begin your Tender Unraveling—lifting layer after layer of suffering and breathing life into every shattered place.

I couldn’t be more honored to walk beside you.

Welcome Home—to Healing and Peace.