I am a woman shaped by the fire of trials and the faithfulness of God. Life didn’t hand me an easy path, it gave me an assignment. And through loss, rejection, fear, and pain, I found purpose.
When my husband went home to be with the Lord, I could have shut down. But the Holy Spirit whispered, “There’s still work to be done.” I listened, and I rose. What once felt like breaking became the very place where God birthed something bold in me.
I’m passionate about healing, about helping the forgotten rise again. That’s why I have poured into Lazarus Restoration Ministries, not just as a mission, but as a heartbeat. I see the overlooked, the homeless, the broken, not as burdens but as stories waiting for resurrection. Because I, too, have been there, in need of a Word, a hand, a miracle.
God also called me to write and speak, though fear once held my voice hostage. I would write out prayers and teach quietly in jails, not realizing He was preparing me for more. Now I know: I am a Psalmist, a messenger, a vessel called to sing hope into dry bones and declare freedom to captives.
My journey online began with trembling fingers and a broken heart. But through obedience, not performance, I shared, and to my amazement, God used it. Thousands began to read, to listen, to be touched by the love of a Father they may never have known. That’s when I realized: this isn’t about me, it’s about the One who gets glory from our “yes.”
I don’t chase numbers, I follow the cloud. I’m passionate about awakening boldness in others, especially women who feel like their voice doesn’t matter. I’m here to remind them it does. I’ve lived in hiding, but no more. I am walking out of the shadows because people are waiting on what God placed inside me.
I’m passionate about family, faith, and legacy. About leaving behind more than just words, leaving a trail of transformation. I want to see communities rebuilt, lives restored, and hearts returned to the Father. That’s why I show up, even when it’s hard, because I know someone’s deliverance might be waiting on my obedience.
I’m not perfect. I still walk with a limp. But I walk, with boldness, with compassion, with the Holy Spirit as my guide.
This is my passion. This is my “yes.”
Returning to Intimacy 