I was fourteen when I first encountered the darkness—Satanism, confusion, and a world that felt far from God. But even then, Yahavah reached into the chaos and began a work in me. My life has been anything but ordinary. I’ve lived in the same Alabama town for over two decades, mostly on my own, watching people come and go—family, friends, strangers. Some stayed. Some didn’t.
I never knew my father well, but I learned what not to be. My siblings have their own stories—loss, love, jail time, children, and the weight of choices. I’ve seen pain, but I’ve also seen mercy. Through it all, I’ve come to believe that abiding in Jesus is the only way forward. Without Him, we can do nothing.
I don’t walk higher or lower than anyone else. I walk with the Spirit of Christ, who brings peace, forgiveness, and the fruit of righteousness—not by my strength, but by His. I believe in spiritual truth over material religion. The church isn’t a building—it’s the body of believers, scattered and seeking.
God is near to the brokenhearted. He adopts us, teaches us, and calls us to love. My mission is simple: to share what’s been done on our behalf, to encourage others to seek faith, and to live with purpose—even when the walk is hard. Especially then.