About

For 25 years, I had the joy of working and ministering alongside my husband, Anthony, as a motivational speaker, pastor, counselor, and corporate trainer. Our lives were full. There was nothing that we and our two children didn’t do together. Then, on that July 29th, he was rushed to the hospital by ambulance. Strict lockdown policies did not allow me in, to comfort him, to advocate for him or to rescue him out. I was locked out and he was quarantined in complete isolation, deathly ill, for the last nineteen days of his life. We never had a chance to say goodbye. Our two children, devastated by the loss, had just moved out to start their own lives. What should have been the beginning of our cherished empty-nest years turned into a season of unimaginable grief and despair. I was alone in an empty home. My heart and my faith were in shambles.
My husband was gone, my children were no longer at home, and the flourishing pulpit ministry we shared came to an abrupt end. I had to face the loss of my best friend and partner, our life in ministry together, and my income. Not surprisingly, it led to a profound crisis of identity. I had spent decades ministering to others in their darkest hours, now I was confronting the darkness of my own sorrow and pain…completely alone.
For the past three years, I’ve been on a deep, transformative journey of personal healing. With incredible support and God’s amazing grace, I have been piecing my life back together and am now feeling stronger than ever. This arduous journey has thoroughly reshaped me, taught me things about myself, and turned my pain into purpose in ways I would have never dreamed. God is bringing beauty from my ashes by using my journey to strengthen others in theirs.