I didn’t grow up in church. I didn’t know God- not really. And to be honest, I didn’t feel like He would want someone like me. I didn’t get saved early in life. I came to God after the storm - after the pain, the mess, the searching. And it took a lot of struggles to get there. There were seasons where I had no home, just me and my broken heart, trying to survive in a world that felt cold and unforgiving. I’ve been through relationships and marriages, each one leaving a scar and a lesson teaching one teaching me who I was and who I wasn’t. But God . . . God found me. Not when I was clean, not when I had it all together - but right there in the wreckage of my life. He didn’t condemn me. He called me. He didn’t shame me. He saved me. He reached into the darkness with mercy, grace and love I never knew was possible. And now? I live for Him. I breathe for Him. And I will spread His Message until my last breath. 💗🙏🏻