My story is one of waiting and white-knuckle faith, healing and loss, and it's marked all over with the kind of Spirit-filled details that will drop your jaw.
At least, they dropped mine.
For years, I thought that my wait was for one calling. Turns out, that wait was the catalyst God used to point me to my lifelong one. Without it, I wouldn't be doing this. And I'm forever grateful.
In college, all I dreamed about was taking beautiful photographs & being a mom.
2004“Over the years, I taught myself to dig deeper beneath the surface of the Bible, searching for what was missing FROM COMMENTARIES — the lived experience of a woman waiting for her body to do what it was created to do, but could not.
As I did, I began sharing the things I discovered, first online, and then on stages.”
I received my photography degree at 24, the same year that I married my husband. Four months later, we put our roots down in the Oregon mountain town that we still call home. Two years after that, we began trying to have a family.
During the trying, I launched a portrait photography business, became an accidental branding designer with an international client base, lost my best friend to cancer, started writing to process the grief and the wait, and hopped a one-way flight to Maui with the love of my life and five suitcases to let my heart hang out on a tropical island to dry for awhile.
Through all of it, God made one thing consistently clear: We were to do nothing at all—no in vitro, no chlomid, no adoption—nothing but wait for Him to perform His miracle.
2004In college, all I dreamed of was taking beautiful photographs & being a mom.
2004“Over the years, I taught myself to dig deeper beneath the surface of the Bible, searching for what was missing FROM COMMENTARIES — the lived experience of a woman waiting for her body to do what it was created to do, but could not.
As I did, I began sharing the things I discovered, first online, and then on stages.”
the waiting years
Our first miracle was conceived out of nowhere on the 10-year anniversary of when we first began trying.
What happened next was a whirlwind.
2019A month after the book came out, we 
2018Six months later, the third largest Christian 
20172017Six months later, the third largest Christian publishing company in the country caught wind of our story and reached out. When Jordan was three months old, I signed my very first book contract.
I wrote Mercy Like Morning during the
naptime hours of his first year. Six months after submitting the manuscript, we found out about our second miracle-babe:
2018
A month after the book came out, we sold everything that we owned and moved back across the ocean to our little mountain town. A few weeks after that, Jonathan was born.
When he was five months old, we got the surprise of our lives with baby number three:
20192020-2025
the hidden years
I spent the next five years hidden away, mothering little ones, and quietly building behind the scenes.
I changed approximately 18,000 diapers and got each of my babes weaned, walking, potty trained, and reading. During their naps, I worked and wrote, dreamed and created, and slowly built a ministry one hour at a time, clinging to the hope that one day God would use it all at the very moment He was ready.
And, friend, I'm just getting started.
