Before the Calling

I grew up in a religious household. My father was an ordained minister, and I was raised to know the language of faith before I understood what it would cost me to actually live it. I'm a twin, which means I've never known life without someone walking beside me, and maybe that shaped how deeply I've come to believe no one should walk through their healing alone.

By my late teens and early twenties, I was living a life that had very little to do with the household I came from. I married young. I divorced young. I was searching for something I couldn't yet name, in all the places it couldn't be found.

What Grief Taught Me

I know grief, not as a concept, but as a road I've walked more times than I would have chosen. My best friend died by suicide. My father died by suicide. My boyfriend died after two tours in Afghanistan. A close friend was taken from me in a murder-suicide. I don't say this for sympathy. I say it because when I sit with someone carrying a loss they think is too heavy to speak out loud, I'm not guessing at what that feels like. I've buried people I loved in ways most people are never asked to.

The Career Before the Calling

For years, I worked at the highest levels of pressure and performance. I was a business manager for people in Hollywood and for professional athletes, and I eventually started my own company as a Personal CFO, serving business owners and generational wealth. I learned how to hold enormous responsibility, how to protect what people had built, and how to stay steady when the stakes were high. I didn't know it yet, but I was being trained for something else entirely.

The Body Breaks, the Spirit Doesn't

In Indonesia, I broke my back. I was told I would be paralyzed. What followed was massive surgery, a long road, and a recovery I can only attribute to the grace of God. I walked again. And I came home a different person, someone who had touched the edge of losing everything physically, and found out what was actually holding me together underneath it.

Bali Girl, and What Came After

Out of that season, I wrote Bali Girl. I started a singles moms ministry at a megachurch, and later helped grow women's ministries for a church growth organization. I also coached high school track, and watched a team of three athletes grow into a team of forty, with students going on to compete at the D1 and D2 level. None of it looked like ministry in the traditional sense. All of it was.

Bali Girl is available now, along with Kingdom Soulmates and Kingdom Authority: Matrix of the Fragmented Church. Read more on the Books page →

Carrying the Nations

I began traveling as an intercessor, praying on the ground in nations all over the world. It reshaped how I understood spiritual warfare, deliverance, and what it actually means to stand in the gap for someone else.

Advocates of Heaven

I started Advocates of Heaven while still running my business, and carried both for almost two years before I stepped away from the corporate world for good. Now I help others do what I did with God, through Jesus: build something real out of what was broken.

The Cost of the Calling

Building this ministry has not been safe. My family and I came under real attack while I was building it, attempts to discredit the work, to frighten me, and to reroute what I know I've been called to. Much of what I do now involves walking with survivors of ritual abuse, MK Ultra, and severe mind control programming, people who have often been silenced twice: once by what was done to them, and once by a world that didn't want to believe it. I don't take lightly what it costs to stand in that gap. I do it anyway.