I’ve always felt a deep pull to help people. That desire was planted early, even though my childhood was marked by pain. I grew up with alcoholic parents—absent, abusive, and broken. As I got older, I began turning to drugs, alcohol, and food to cope. I was searching for something to fill the void that only Jesus could satisfy.

Even in the midst of my struggles, I felt called to do God’s work. But I kept relapsing, trying to numb the ache inside me with substances that only deepened the emptiness. When I met Jessi and Ernie and heard their vision for this ministry, it felt like everything I had longed to do growing up was finally within reach.

Eventually, I had to face the truth: I had my own problem with alcohol. I was bringing drugs and alcohol to work and using them just to get through the day. I did whatever I could to stay numb to my feelings.

Twelve years ago, I found sobriety. Shortly after giving up drugs and alcohol, I gave my life to Jesus. But even then, I felt myself slipping again. In the quiet of my spirit, I heard a still, small voice urging me to throw it all away—and I did.
I found a small Southern Baptist church and sat through the service, broken and weeping. In that moment, I felt a warm, loving hand on me and a voice whisper, “I love you and welcome.”

Today, I’m walking in my calling—to help others discover the hope and healing that can only be found in Jesus. My mission is to be a light for those still trapped in addiction, reminding them that freedom is possible, and that God’s love never fails.