Meet Kimberly

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I’m a wife, mom, grandma, Christian, seminary student, writer, community advocate, and someone who believes there is almost always a reason to laugh—even when life gets messy.

For much of my life, I thought being strong meant handling everything myself. I became very good at getting back up when life knocked me down, taking care of the people around me, solving problems, and pushing through pain. What I didn’t understand was that I was carrying wounds I had never really allowed to heal.

At 49, my life changed.

I walked into a church I never wanted to attend and began discovering the Jesus I thought I already knew. I soon realized that finding Christ didn’t erase my past or suddenly make me a different person.

I was still Kimberly. I had just found a love that gave me a reason to live differently.  

Since then, my faith has taken me places I never expected. I’ve studied Scripture, attended seminary, served people experiencing homelessness and hardship, advocated for children and families, worked alongside people rebuilding their lives, led Alpha, traveled on mission trips, and continued learning what it really means to trust God instead of trying to control everything myself.

But please don't mistake all that for having life figured out. 

For years, I felt God placing a book on my heart.

I kept thinking, Someday.

Someday finally came.

As I've begun going back through my life, I've realized this isn't simply a story about everything that happened to me. It's about what happened inside me because of it—and what God eventually did with all of it.

I'm writing about the good, the painful, the embarrassing, the funny, and even the things I wish I could change.

Not because I want people to look at my life and think I'm extraordinary.

Quite the opposite.

I want someone to recognize themselves in it.

Maybe you've made choices you regret.

Maybe you've spent your life taking care of everybody else.

Maybe you've wondered why you never quite fit in.

Maybe you've been hurt by people who were supposed to love you.

Maybe you believe in God but aren't so sure about church.

Or maybe you've convinced yourself that you've gone too far for God to do anything meaningful with your life.

I once thought strength meant surviving all of that.

Today I know something different.

Maybe I was never getting back up alone.

And if sharing my journey helps even one person begin looking for the God who was there all along, then telling the hard parts will have been worth it.