WHY
I ANSWERED THE CALL
Called to set the captives free
Scripture doesn't call the qualified. It qualifies the called. God has always chosen the unlikely — the shepherd, the orphan, the prisoner, the fisherman. That pattern hasn't changed. This is my story of hearing the call and finally answering it.
"The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners."
— ISAIAH 61:1
The single moms
Refusing to ask for help, stretching every dollar, showing up every day like the superheroes they are — unseen by the government they fund.
The people no one is fighting for
Our Children
Targeted by ideologies designed to confuse them before they're old enough to defend themselves.
The promised and forgotten
Everyone the government made promises to and then quietly abandoned when the cameras turned off.
The middle class
Too busy working two jobs to fight back. Too tired to attend a council meeting. Too financially stretched to donate to campaigns.
The Addicted & Impoverished
Trapped in cycles of addiction and poverty that no one in power seems truly committed to breaking.
Our veterans
Struggling with health issues they don't know are service-connected. Taken advantage of by a system they bled for.
"Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves; ensure justice for those being crushed. Yes, speak up for the poor and helpless, and see that they get justice."
— PROVERBS 31:8–9
MY TESTIMONY
In her own words
When the pandemic started, I sat there and watched my county fall apart, the one I swore to protect and defend, as an Airmen and as a federal employee. I watched families absorb the full weight of what I can only describe as a psychological attack — on their peace, their livelihoods, their children's development, their faith. And I felt helpless.
I told myself: I'm just a mother. I'm a blue-collar worker. I repair military aircraft. What could I possibly do? That question haunted me. So I took it to God. I asked Him plainly — how can I help?
As I watched the candidates that were selected for us to choose from, my heart burned. We need better than this. The options in front of us did not represent the people I was watching suffer. So I stopped asking "how can I help" and started asking something harder:
"If not me, then who? If not now, then when?"
I didn't have the answer. But God did. And He has a long history of using exactly the kind of person I am — the unlikely one, the one nobody called first, the one who wasn't supposed to be here — to do what needed to be done.