HIStory in my life.

How can one articulate the joy and fulfillment found when simply sharing HIStory in my life?

There’s a deep joy I can barely contain — a joy rooted not in ease, but in the undeniable evidence of God’s hand on my life. Every time I share how HE has woven gold threads into my story, I am overwhelmed not just by where He has brought me from, but by the fact that He chooses to use someone like me — broken, mended, and still being shaped — to proclaim His goodness.

God placed a desire in my heart for those walking alone. For those who don’t have a tribe to steady them through valley shadows or shout with them from mountaintops. I advocate for ministries like the two I was blessed to speak at last week.

I understand the importance of discipleship and come alongside those who are weary and wondering. The incredible freedom found through inner healing is available to anyone willing to Stop Running and Be Still.  

My ‘why’ for advocating for PRC ministries is that they help parents become what they never had — to break cycles, raise legacy changers, and heal while they lead.

This calling isn’t about the spotlight or the stage. It’s about being a witness. A vessel. To stand in awe that the Creator of the universe would use my life — scars and all — to tell of His faithfulness. That is the kind of joy that is indescribable.

What part of your story is God asking you to share — not when it’s perfect, but while it’s still unfolding?