
I Didn't Set Out to Build a Ministry.
In fact, I've spent far too long resisting that idea.
What I did set out to do was find the God of the Bible in the middle of life circumstances determined to destroy me.
Then, in 2019, my husband died from a brain tumor, and my faith was thrown into the fiery furnace.
What I discovered there became more precious than gold.
I found God to be steadfast. Faithful. A Father. A Husband to the widow. A refuge. A constant presence when everything else had fallen apart.
That encounter changed me.
It birthed a gratitude that couldn't stay contained. Out of that overflow, I've spent my life loving people back to life and inviting them into the same relationship that transformed mine.
Because my greatest desire isn't simply for people to know about God.
It's for them to encounter union with God and experience the life that flows from truly knowing Him.
Looking back, I can see that every season of my life carried the same invitation.
Come closer.
Sometimes that invitation came through miracles.
Sometimes through heartbreak.
Sometimes through seasons of incredible joy.
Other times it came through loss, disappointment, and waiting.
I didn't recognize it at the time, but every chapter was revealing another facet of who God is.
For as long as I can remember, I sensed there was something God had placed inside of me to share. I loved teaching, encouraging, and watching people encounter Him for themselves.
But God cared far more about forming my character than giving me a microphone.
More than building a ministry, He was building me.
More than anything else, He wanted me to fall in love with Him.
He wanted me to not just know about Him, but to truly know Him.
That pursuit has carried me through some of the most beautiful moments of my life and
through seasons I never would have chosen. They were years of learning.
Years of watching God heal, seeing Him perform miracles, and discovering His faithfulness in ways I never expected.
Looking back now, I realize God was revealing His Heart and Character to me and preparing mine.




For more than thirty years I served in the local church in leadership through discipleship, prophetic ministry, healing, missions, intercession, and pastoral care.
It has been one of the greatest privileges of my life to walk with people through some of their most significant moments.
But long before I was helping others, God was teaching me.
For ten years I battled Systemic Lupus, a horrible disease, before experiencing a miraculous healing.
Our family walked through years of challenges raising our daughter with autism before witnessing God move in miraculous ways that forever changed our lives.
My husband and I also opened our home through foster care, welcoming children and young adults with special needs.
Those years stretched us, humbled us, and taught us more about the Father's heart than any classroom ever could.
Every season revealed another part of His character.
His compassion, patience, kindness, and faithfulness.
At the time, I believed He was simply preparing me to help others.
Looking back, I can see He was preparing me for the hardest chapter of my own story.
In 2019, life unraveled almost overnight.
I lost my ministry position and was devastated from it.
Just six weeks later, my husband, Dan, was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor.
Forty-five days later, he was gone.
Then COVID swept across the world. The future I had imagined disappeared.
The plans we had made together disappeared.
In 2018 and 2020, I lost my mother and father in law and in 2024 I lost my father.
And the life I had disappeared. The voices that spoke most into my life were silent.
There were days when grief felt overwhelming. Days when faith felt fragile.
Days when I had more questions than answers.
Yet something unexpected happened in the middle of all that loss.
God became more real than He had ever been before.
He showed me He was more than a doctrine I believed or a lifestyle I practiced.
He became my Refuge. My Father. My Shepherd.
My Provider. My Comforter. My Peace.
In the middle of the fiery furnace, He stood there with me.
That season forever changed the way I knew Him.




As life slowly began again, God opened the door for me to spend five years serving thousands on a kingdom platform.
I loved the people. I loved the work.
I believed I had found another family.
When that season unexpectedly ended, it wounded again, and reopened wounds I didn't realize were still healing.
A year later, another position ended during company-wide layoffs.
Here now today, I'm still watching God provide in ways I never could have orchestrated myself.
What I've learned through all of this this:
God's faithfulness has never depended on my circumstances.
His character is constant!
Through healing and heartbreak, abundance and uncertainty, and celebration and loss.
Everything I have walked through has led me to one conviction.
The greatest need in the Church isn't simply more biblical preaching or information.
It's deeper intimacy with God cultivated personally.
Many believers know Scripture. They attend church. They sincerely love Jesus.
Yet they still feel disconnected from Him.
I know that feeling.
And I also know the freedom that comes when you stop settling for knowing about God and begin living as someone who truly knows Him and who knows they are fully known by Him.
That's why I created The Known Collective.
Not because I have all the answers. Not because my life has been easy.
But because I have discovered that Jesus is even more faithful, more trustworthy, and more loving than I could have ever imagined or even know now!
My deepest desire is to help others encounter the same God who has carried me through every season.
Because when you truly know Him...
and discover what it means to be fully known by Him...