It’s not about me. Seriously, it’s not.
We all have a story. We all have trials—they just come in different flavors. Mine isn’t special; it’s just mine.
Your story looks different than mine—maybe you’ve never walked through what I walked through, or maybe you’ve walked through something harder. Either way, this is for you too.
This was me a dozen years ago: first year teaching, first year working full time, a son who was very angry, a daughter whose life was hanging in the balance, a husband who declared himself gay after 20 years of marriage, a beloved dog’s death, and a divorce I never asked for.
Fast forward, and God brought me a wonderful new husband. But life’s trials didn’t stop there—they just changed shape. What I’ve learned, over and over, is that it’s not the details of our trials that define us. It’s what we do with them.
I’m compelled to share my story for one reason: freedom. God wants to take our burdens—big or small—and make all things new. But we have to let Him.
A little more about me
Here’s the resume version, if you want it: I homeschooled my four oldest kids for a decade—the good, chaotic, character-building kind of decade—and then went and taught middle school English for ten more years, just to keep things interesting. Somewhere in there (during a pandemic, no less, because apparently that’s when I get things done), I went back to grad school and finished my doctorate in education in December 2022. These days I get to mentor doctoral students working toward their own degrees, which still feels a little surreal some mornings. Add in being a wife and a mom of five, and most days I’m still not entirely sure what I want to be when I grow up—except maybe someone who eventually lives on a beach.
I’ve written Trusting God with Every Breath—now with over 200,000 copies sold—along with its companion journal, a Spanish edition, and an audiobook I recorded myself. My second book, Trusting God with All My Heart, releases November 2026.
But more than anything, I’m just a woman who needed God to be trustworthy, and found out—again and again—that He is.