Almost 2 years ago, I walked into a conference in Nashville with more pain in my chest than I cared to admit. I was burned out. Bitter. Angry, if I’m honest. On the outside, I was running a business. I was “leading.” But inside, I was operating from force, not power—trying to make things happen instead of surrendering to the process God was asking me to walk through. What most people didn’t know is that pain wasn’t new. It was 10 years old. It started the day I graduated from Bible college—full of hope, full of fire, and completely unaware of what would come next. I thought I was stepping into purpose… but instead, I found confusion. My faith began to unravel. I didn’t know what I believed anymore. And when your identity has been wrapped in faith, it’s terrifying to feel like you’re losing it. I wandered. But even when I wrestled with my beliefs, even in the middle of my deepest doubt... I never lost the desire to help people. That thread never broke. And today, I sat in my hotel room after two of the most powerful days I’ve had in years… with tears in my eyes. Because God showed up. And He didn’t just show up in the room. He showed up in me. For the first time in nine years, I went back to church. I didn’t expect much. But the moment the worship began… I couldn’t stop weeping. I was undone. I felt something I hadn’t felt in almost a decade—His presence… Undeniable, overwhelming, and healing. A part of me healed in that service. A part of me that had been closed off for far too long. And as I stood there, with tears running down my face, I remembered what I told my clients again and again: Live events change lives. This Summit changed mine. Because it reminded me that I can’t serve from a place of brokenness. I can’t lead if I’m still bleeding. It’s hard to be great in business when you feel like crap about yourself. The tactics don’t take root when the soul is dry. You’ve got to fix the well. If the inner world is off, everything else falls apart eventually.