A little more about me…
My beginning…
I’ve always loved an adventure. A new restaurant, a hidden coffee shop, a spontaneous road trip, or just discovering something magical right in my own backyard. I’m someone who loves to begin—new things, new paths, new possibilities. Wonder has always been close by, even in the ordinary.
But it wasn’t always this way. These carefree parts of me became shrouded in the day to day “to-do’s.”
Not gone, but lost to me. Somewhere along the way, I put my head down and got to work. Whatever “it” was—motherhood, ministry, goals, responsibilities—it never seemed to end. Eventually, I stopped looking up.
Depression didn’t arrive overnight. It crept in slowly, over years of pushing through without rest, without joy, without connection to wonder—or to the Lord. I had drifted from relationship, from presence, and from peace. And eventually, I found myself lost in the dark.
It wasn’t any one person’s fault. Life just added up. So did the internal toxic thoughts.
Like the years going in, it took time coming out. It took a long slow walk with Jesus through the valley.
But now, I can say with full honesty—and deep gratitude, that I’m thankful for the journey. I’m thankful I got to go first. I’m honored to hold hands of others walking through it themselves.
When the Lord healed me, He didn’t just restore what was broken. He handed me a torch, a mission and a calling.
He lit something in me, and called me back to the valley, after others who are wandering.
It’s His hand you need, and it’s His healing you need, but if my voice can remind you to look up- you better believe I will be using it.
Wherever you are is your beginning, and you’re not going back.
My family
I live somewhere between the country and the city—and I’m a little of both myself. I’m far enough out to see the stars and breathe in the quiet.
I need space to wander, to get distracted by the simplicity and complexity of unclaimed countryside, and to remember that fresh air can do holy things.
When life feels complicated, you’ll find me beneath trees at the edge of lawn and wild creek grass. It’s there I remember to make myself small in the magnitude of His presence, remain grateful, and still the noise of my own competing thoughts. Whatever the problem, God is bigger. Whatever the season — it will turn to another soon.
I married my opposite, and we have tempered each other into some pretty different humans. A marriage quiz once gave us a compatibility score of 14—I’m still not sure what number you’re supposed to get, but here we are: somewhere between introvert and extrovert, quiet and loud, traveling and staying. Spaghetti with Italian seasonings and spaghetti with salt and pepper, almost 23 years later.
The middle used to be hard for me. But I’ve learned that the best things grow there in the tension. Faith, reason, resilience, compromise.
We grow when we’re stretched. When we pour out and receive all at once. There’s sacred ground in the middle.
So I pull us out into open skies and unprepared adventures, and my husband reminds me that rest is a commandment worth keeping. “Boring days,” he says, are life-giving. I’ve learned to find the adventure in staying home—losing board games to his strategy, planting gardens, working on yard projects, and laughing at life around our messy, full of projects, kitchen table.
We’re a family of six, spread across two states and two countries.
We have three grown kids and one toddler who keeps us young.
One is studying music technology and theology. One is in Thailand, exploring, loving people and serving the Lord. One is nearby, working hard- 3D printing, blacksmithing, and creating. And shortest one is running laps around the living room with a waffle in hand.
I write and coach from home, surrounded by chickens, ducks, garden soil, and whatever project I’ve taken on. Some days, the laundry doesn’t make it out of the basket—but there’s too much life to live to worry about perfect systems.
Here on the other side of healing, we do our best to live it fully, mess and all.
Turns out, there’s joy in the middle…and a lot of adventure, too.
I’m a Master Certified Christian Life Coach through Life Mentoring School, with six years of experience in Inner Healing and Prayer Ministry. I’ve pursued additional training through Orbis Ministries and Global Prophetic Alliance, and I’m committed to staying teachable—always reading, studying, and growing.
Some of my greatest teachers have been people a few steps ahead who shared their story. Testimonies carry wisdom, and they’ve shaped how I show up to the work I do today.
