I grew up in a small town with a Bible-thumping momma who could out-quote any preacher and a feral, funny daddy who could turn overdue bills into punchlines. Life was simple—work, live, repeat—but I wasn’t growing. I thought more jobs, money, or friends would fill the emptiness, but nothing stuck. Turns out, I wasn’t missing “something”—I was missing God.

For years, I didn’t know He was what I needed. But God chased me down until I finally turned around, and when I did, I found love, not judgment. Grace, not shame.
He didn’t just mend the broken pieces—He handed me a microphone and said, “Tell your story, and make ‘em laugh.” That’s when I realized my gift: storytelling with humor.

Now I’m no longer just existing. I’m living. A small-town kid turned storyteller, sharing how good God is—with a smile and a punchline.