As a wife, mother, pastor, mural business owner, and prophetic painter, living a life outside the lines is an understatement! I believe we can live in a world without limits, carry a heart without walls, and I absolutely love to see others encounter God through creative ways!

So what's my story? Well, I have been painting since I was a small child. The gift was evident early on, and my mother, who was an artist and muralist herself, gave me all the tools and inspiration I needed to grow! When I was 6, however, my parents separated and my world was torn in two. The heartache I witnessed them have to endure, the poverty that was now a glaring reality at home with a single parent, and the pain of not knowing what might be next, lead me down a rabbit whole of trying to escape, self medicate, and wash away the worries and insecurities through drugs and alcohol. I was a full blown meth addict at 13, hit the streets at 15, and started using heroin intravenously at 17 after getting involved in an abusive relationship which I could not escape from. Nearly a decade passed, and after tirelessly trying rehabs, counseling, and treatment, with only brief moments of sobriety, hope seemed completely lost.

Then suddenly like an avalanche of pain the man I was with, and hopelessly in love with, died. At that moment my heart stopped. My whole life stopped. I didn't even know who I was anymore? What had I become, what was the purpose in this life? I did not realize how much identity I found in him, in the streets, and the dope game, and in all the chaos and I completely lost myself. I knew if I didn't make a change quickly I would be in grave right next to him. I could almost smell death knocking at my door. So, I packed what little I had and hitched a ride from California to Texas to meet my father who knew of a place for people just like me who were ready to make a change!

Now at that time, Jesus was the last thing I thought was the answer. Until the day I encountered Him. After detoxing a week or so later, during a prayer meeting with some of the leadership in the home, I decided to get honest with myself and God and although I thought no one could love me after the destruction I had caused, for the first time ever I felt a real embrace of Chist hold me in that place of honesty and nakedness before Him. I hope I don't scare you away, but the truth is at that moment, I literally felt demonic things leave my body, and after that I didn't even want to pick up a cigarette! It was a miracle!