I have been a nationally touring standup comedian for the last 15 years, however when I began, I was not saved and was not honoring
Christ in my work.
In the summer of 2003, I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior and my life changed. Shortly after, I met a wonderful Christian man
and was married in 2004.
I quit comedy for 2 full years to rewrite my entire act and dedicate my life and work to glorifying Him.
In 2006 I reentered the industry with a new act and a new outlook. I began performing for churches and corporate clients across the country
and partnering with charities to assist in raising money and awareness for their various causes.
In 2009, I created the breast cancer awareness organization "Check your cupcakes" that through merchandise sales and shows, has raised
over $11,000 for breast cancer research and patients.
In 2010, God began to tug at my heart. I felt a calling. Bringing joy and laughter through comedy was great, however He let me know that he
had an even greater purpose for me.
I had endured a lifetime of trials, hardships and heartache and through Christ, I was able to overcome the pain, hurt and anger that once
filled my heart.
That's exactly what I was going to do.
My biological father was an abusive drug addict that was completely absent from my life (and was in jail on the day that I was born.)
I was sexually abused from around the age of 3 until age 5 by different men and then again from ages 9-15 by my mother's 3rd husband.
I grew up in a household of alcoholism, verbal, emotional, psychological, sexual and physical abuse.
I entered a long lasting state of deep depression around age 10 and began self harming and lived with suicidal thoughts racing through my
mind daily. I hated every ounce of my being and felt completely worthless. I wanted nothing more than to die.
Christianity was something that was often laughed at and mocked in our house. I had been to church off and on, however I had not been
given the Gospel in a way that I understood and had not yet accepted Christ. At that point in time, I thought I would go to heaven simply
because I "Believed in God."
I moved out at the age of 17 and began drinking and doing drugs as well as entering several unhealthy relationships myself.
In 2005, I confronted my mother about her alcoholism (I was the only person in her entire life to ever do so) and as a result, we became
estranged for 11 years.
In 2007, I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, PTSD and a severe anxiety disorder.
In 2014, I suffered the ultimate loss. The death of a child. On 9/15/14 my sweet Abby Rose was born in to the arms of Jesus.
3 months later, my mother in law unexpectedly passed away.
In January of 2016 I learned that my mother was in the end stages of liver failure as the result of a life of alcoholism and was placed in
Hospice at her home with an estimated 6-8 weeks left to live.
During that time, attempts to reach out to her were unsuccessful, I was told that I was not welcome in her home, she refused to speak to me
when I tried to call her to say goodbye and tell her that I loved her once last time. I was also informed that I was not welcome at her funeral.
I hadn't seen her face in 8 years or heard her voice in 6.
She died on February 19th, 2016.
Despite ALL of this, God has filled me with an unspeakable peace and understanding that surpasses anything our tiny, human brains can
understand. He continues to carry me through and lead me to where I am today. I have experienced circumstances beyond belief, that in my
opinion, serve as undeniable proof that not only is God REAL, but he is a caring and loving Father that never leaves for forsakes us.
How did I come to such a place? I surrendered it all to Him. Laid it at his feet. Cried out; admitted that I was too weak and needed help. I
prayed, I sought Him and most importantly, I TRUSTED that His power was mighty enough to bring me out of the darkness.
Prior to accepting Christ, there were times that I was certain that I was just a mistake. Not good enough for Him.
I saw myself as nothing more than fat, stupid, ugly and useless. I would think to myself "Why did He even allow me to be born?"
I'm not just a joke teller. I'm someone standing here today as living proof that God is the Ultimate Healer. He has a purpose for each and
every one of us. You are never too "broken" or "too far gone" for Him.
He blessed me with an amazing Christian husband, an amazing therapist and psychiatrist, 3 beautiful children, the ability to have a career
that I love and more love,joy and happiness in my heart than I ever thought possible.
It is my mission to glorify Him by encouraging and empowering the down trodden, the hurt and the lost. The women that feel far too
damaged or ashamed to believe they can be used for anything. My heart longs to speak to those women.
He has filled me with the calling to spread His message of Hope and Healing and hopefully lead women to Christ; women who might
otherwise have never sought Him.
This is my ministry. This is my life. If only ONE woman receives Christ and I am able to stand with her in heaven one day, then all of this will
have absolutely been worth it.
“There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.”
― Erma Bombeck