Why I Take Freedom So Seriously
Because I know what it feels like to do everything you know to do… and still not experience lasting change.
Before Mountain Movers ever existed,
my life was quietly falling apart behind the scenes.
I came out of heavy Orthodox Catholicism in college, but instead of experiencing the freedom I longed for, I went straight into a life of rebellion and bondage—which included the sorority-type lifestyle of drinking, drugs, fornication, and ultimately abortion.
Somewhere along the way, I had convinced myself I was still “good” because I believed in God, prayed occasionally, and attended a non-denominational church.
But the truth is, it was all surface-level.
What I now call “Kim Kardashian Christianity.” Just enough Christianity to look saved, but not enough surrender to actually be transformed.
And whether I wanted to admit it or not, my life kept producing the kind of fruit that comes from continued compromise.
It showed up in the relationships I chose, the decisions I made, and my constant need to control everything while trying to build my life my own way.
Only to watch it keep falling apart in my hands.
Eventually… it all caught up to me.
By the time I reached my 30s, I became extremely sick and practically bedridden for nearly two years. I went from specialist to specialist searching for answers, hoping someone could tell me what was wrong and how to fix it.
But after exhausting every option, I was eventually told by the prestigious Mayo Clinic that there was nothing more they could do for me. One of the last recommendations I received was to see a psychiatrist because, according to them, I simply wasn’t going to get better.
At that point, I was desperate and terrified because I was ending an extremely unhealthy 10-year relationship while fighting to become financially stable enough to get my daughter out of a very dysfunctional environment.
So, like I had done most of my life, I decided to search for answers my own way… again. Which is exactly how I ended up at a 10-day New Age healing retreat complete with wheat-grass enemas and tin foil hats.
And right there, on day seven,
in the most unexpected place imaginable…
I encountered the Holy Spirit.
Not emotionally or symbolically, but tangibly and unmistakably through the still, small voice I had spent my whole life ignoring.
When He met me, He didn’t flatter me.
He didn’t affirm the version of me I had spent years protecting.
Instead, He confronted me, convicted me, and disciplined me like a good Father—the father I never had.
For the first time in my life, I saw the truth about myself clearly.
I saw the self-centeredness, the self-sabotage, the self-hatred, the rejection, the fear, the deception, and the life of sin I had learned to disguise with spirituality.
Everything I had been calling “Christian” was exposed for what it really was.
Including the lie of “once saved, always saved”—a doctrine that leaves many Christians under the illusion they are secure while living disobedient, compromised lives.
If you’ve ever had a moment where God truly opened your eyes… then you know exactly what I mean.
The girl I used to be… DIED that afternoon.
God, in His mercy, reached into the deepest part of the pit I had created with my own choices and pulled me out by His righteous right hand of grace.
Not because I deserved it and not because I had figured everything out. But simply because He is that good.
“I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service.”
—Romans 12:1 (NKJV)
When God says He has chosen the weak and foolish things to put to shame the wise, I carry that one personally—because I was the weak and foolish, and I’ve watched Him use it anyway.
One thing I’ve learned through along the journey is that God is not looking for perfect women… something I had spent the majority of life trying to become.
He’s looking for the surrendered ones… the broken ones. The honest and humble ones.
Women who, like the woman at the well, stopped hiding, stopped pretending, and finally told the truth after encountering the grace of God, proclaiming: “Come and see a Man who told me all the things I’ve ever did” (John 4:29).
She didn’t justify herself.
She didn’t spin the narrative.
She didn’t try to protect her image.
She simply owned her sin. Repented. Received mercy. And became one of the boldest truth-tellers in Scripture.
After walking through my own process of freedom, healing, sanctification, and surrender, over the past 16 plus years, I now have the privilege of helping other women, like you, do the same. Not from a place of theory or head knowledge—but from experience.
I know firsthand what it feels like to be bound while convincing yourself you are free.
I know what it’s like to look Christian on the outside while silently falling apart on the inside.
And I also know what it feels like to finally encounter truth in a way that changes everything… permanently.
This is what the entire vision is for this ministry.
To meet with you shoulder to shoulder, using the exact biblical process God used to transform my own life.
My goal has never been to build and equip dependent women who stay in mentorship forever.
The heart of this this ministry is to help raise up spiritually mature, discerning, healed, and equipped women who know how to walk with God for themselves, allowing them to fully step into His purpose for their lives.