I Never Thought I would write the book

I’m not an author by training.
I don’t hold a degree in theology, or creative writing.
I’m not a social media personality with a curated brand or a massive platform.

For a long time, I actually thought I’d be a singer.
Not the headliner…maybe not even the spotlight….but a harmony in the background.
I wrote songs. I chased melodies. I poured my heart into lyrics that helped me make sense of the world. For a season, music gave me direction. It gave me breath.

But over time, I realized that wasn’t where my purpose was anchored.

God wasn’t dismissing my voice …He was redirecting it.
Not to stages, but to sacred spaces.
Not to crowds, but to one woman at a time. Including the one I had to become.

And part of becoming her meant doing something I never imagined: I went back to school.
As an adult, I returned to the classroom to finish the degree I had left behind. It wasn’t easy. It took time, sacrifice, and a kind of courage I had to cultivate from scratch. But that journey shaped me. It sharpened my voice. And it reminded me: I’m never too old.
Never too late. Never too far gone to begin again.

So no, I never thought I’d write a book.
But I did live a story. One I didn’t always choose,
but one that chose me to tell it.

It’s still being written in quiet corners of my home, in battles fought in prayer, in the becoming of a wife, a grandmother, and in a woman who keeps showing up. Somewhere in the middle of all of it, I found my way back to myself.

Not the girl I used to be. Not the woman the world tried to shape.
But the one God never lost sight of.

That’s what The BRAVE Way Home is about.

It’s not a how-to.
It’s not ten steps to a better you.
It’s not polished or perfect.

It’s a guided journal with open hands part story, part sacred space, part invitation to slow down and come home to yourself.

Inside, you’ll find reflections from my life woven with prompts for yours.
I’ll share what I’ve learned the hard way, not as an expert, but as a fellow traveler.
How I struggled to find my backbone and be resilient.
How I discovered that being brave doesn’t always feel loud. Sometimes, it feels like a whisper: Keep going. That adventure isn’t a boarding pass it’s everyday movement. And i had no idea what virtuosity was. But the encouragement I was offering others was everything I needed to hear myself.

So if you’ve ever felt behind…
If you’ve ever looked around at the “experts” and thought, I don’t belong here—
This journal is for you.

You don’t need a title or a following to rise.
You don’t need a polished plan to come home to yourself.

You just need truth A little light.
And the courage to take the next step.

Or in my case…
To type the next note instead of sing it.