Woops! I just tripped myself trying to curtsy for you in my schlepping boots (seriously, the html keeps kicking out my left arrow, curtsy, right arrow). No problem. I’m more soul whisperer than southern belle anyway, hence the “evangelista” moniker. Yes, I made up a word, but it’s entirely applicable, since by definition an evangelist shares the good news of the Gospel from his own point of view. And honey I’m no “him,” but I always have a point of view, so I’m your evangelistaaaah.

Speaking of good news, isn’t holiness more domestic than cosmic — in the trenches of dirty bathrooms; inscrutable parents; fighting children; irritable spouses; the struggle to stop pleasing, raging, or overeating; crazy schedules; and overwhelming workloads? You know, REAL LIFE. We’re all sweating and dirty with the effort to love the people, duties, callings, and longings that break our hearts and make them sing, sometimes at the same time. But mostly (if we’re honest), we need to stop wearing the “Jesus face” and be loved ourselves.

My message is simple: love heals. That’s why Jesus said it’s the Greatest Commandment (Mark 12:30). I really thought my deep, raw father wound – and the rage and self-medication that went with it – could never be fully healed. But I can’t wait to show you what the Lord taught me in the Scriptures in the times I was hurting, guilty, enraged, lonely, discouraged, and exhausted.

Know the feeling? Take my hand, and I’ll show you where the Holy Spirit is already working in your life and wants your cooperation. Because His promise is a love that will heal you to wholyness: heart, soul, mind, and body. And I’m proof that a glow-up can be real.