I wasn’t just reading.
I was worshiping, learning, and growing.
I was healing.

I am madly in love with Jesus and on fire for this region.
I burn for the church.

I knew in order to make this work I had to pursue him, no matter where he was. 

When you remain faithful, He is faithful to guide and provide.

Above all, I have gifted eternal life and everlasting hope, because Jesus loves, died for me, and saved me.

I know Who I belong to and I know who I am, and that has made all the difference in my life.

My flesh wanted to give up and get high.
I was angry at God and empty inside.

I have always believed that God can and does faithfully heal and help others. I just couldn’t believe it would be done for myself.

My condition went from a life-threatening emergency situation to a routine tumor removal. God changed my situation in the helicopter.

This weight is no longer about me. It’s about honoring God and leading my son. More importantly, this burden is no longer mine to carry.

I wasn’t sure where my place was in the church, but I knew this church was the place for me.

Just like God walked me through warfare, He would walk me through my weakness. 

Seven years after losing my purpose, God showed me His purpose. One that would heal me and make me whole.
One that filled the void I had carried for so long.

Life doesn’t have to be what you’re a product of.
It doesn’t have to be where you’re from.
It doesn’t have to be who you used to be. 

Everyone has a story.
Every story has power.

My story is that I stay.
I stay close to God and close to people who keep me accountable.

When we went from giving from overflow to giving through obedience, we found financial freedom. 

One invitation to church led to one invitation to a small group. One invitation set off a series of events that gave God room to reach me and rescue me. 

I understand that my tests can become my testimony, and everything I have endured is a part of a story that will bring Him glory.