Creativity has been part of my life for as long as I can remember.
 

As a child growing up in a family with tight budgets, if I wanted something and we could not afford it, I learned to make it — paper dolls, handmade toys, tiny books, play-dough pretend food. My imagination became provision. What began as necessity became gifting, and that gifting eventually led me to study art in college, where my abilities were refined, stretched, and strengthened.

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But somewhere along the way, I drifted.

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After completing my degree in 2000, I began working as a graphic designer, using creativity not only as expression, but as a way to provide and serve.

I searched for love in places that left me empty. The world guided me toward wrong paths and broken choices. The talent God had placed in me became misplaced. What had once been light slowly grew dimmer, shaped more by the world than by Him.

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In 2008, on a concrete driveway, Jesus met me. He picked me up, dusted me off, and began restoring a heart that felt beaten and battered. I realized I had been loved all along — I just needed to see Him. That was where my walk with Jesus truly began.

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Over the years, creativity remained part of my life, especially alongside my father. We crafted with wood together — building, sanding, shaping pieces by hand. I was still creating, but I had stepped away from painting and drawing. The deeper parts of my artistic voice had grown quiet.

For many years, the idea of At the Living Well lingered in my heart — a whisper I could not quite name.

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Then in December of 2023, my father passed away. Grief led me into a valley I had never walked before. In that stillness, I gathered my paints and pencils again. It was as though the Lord was gently calling me back — not just to creativity, but to the purpose behind it.

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As I walk through that valley with Jesus, I see what He is doing. He is redeeming what had been misplaced. He is restoring the gift to its intended purpose. At the Living Well is no longer just a quiet dream — it has become an invitation. An invitation to steward the gifts He has given me. An invitation to share Him through what I create.

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The name At the Living Well is rooted in the Gospel of John 4:1–42 — the story of the woman at the well. A woman with a past. A woman carrying shame. A woman who expected rejection but instead was met with compassion and living water.

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When I read her story, I do not just admire her — I recognize her.

I know what it feels like to search for love in the wrong places, to carry regret, to wonder if your past disqualifies you from being used by God. Yet Jesus met her in broad daylight, fully aware of everything she had done, and still offered her living water. Seen completely. Known fully. Yet not turned away.

But she is not the only woman whose story echoes in my heart.

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I think of the woman in the Gospel of Mark 5:25–34 who pressed through the crowd, believing that even the smallest touch — just the hem of His robe — could heal what had been broken for years. There were seasons in my own life when I felt worn down by my choices and circumstances, quietly hoping that if I could just reach Him, even barely, it would be enough. And it was. His healing did not require perfection — only faith.

 

And I think of the woman in the Gospel of John 8:1–11, standing in the dust, waiting for stones that never came because mercy spoke first. I know what it feels like to stand in the dust of your own mistakes, bracing for judgment. Yet Jesus does not lead with condemnation. He kneels in the dirt. He defends. He restores. He invites us to rise and walk differently.

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Different stories. Different struggles. The same Savior.

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Each woman encountered Jesus in a moment where everything could have ended in shame — and instead, it became restoration. Their stories mirror my own journey: from misplaced identity to being found; from broken choices to redeemed purpose; from hiding to being called forward.

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That is the heartbeat of At the Living Well:

To be seen and not hidden.
To be known and not rejected.
To be met with mercy instead of condemnation.
To be restored by grace.
 

At the Living Well is both ministry and business — a place where faith and creativity meet. It offers artwork, handmade goods, practical skills, and creative expressions, each holding part of my story. A quiet thread is woven through everything I design: love. His love first — and then the love He teaches us to extend to others.

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It is for anyone drawn to handmade things, to art, to creativity shaped by faith. It is for those who feel seen — and for those who quietly wonder if they are.

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It is for women in every season — the wife, the mother, the daughter, the friend. It is for the creative who feels different, the one who has been called “weird,” the one who does not quite fit the mold. It is also for the husband or son looking for a meaningful way to share the love of Jesus with the women in his life.

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There is something here for everyone — but at the center of it all is not simply an item or a painting.

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It is Him.

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If a handmade piece, a brushstroke, or a simple creation can plant even the smallest seed of hope — if it can remind someone that they are loved, forgiven, and invited closer — then it has fulfilled its purpose.

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At the Living Well is an open invitation to turn toward Jesus, no matter how far you believe you have wandered.

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If there is one truth I pray you carry with you, it is this:
 

No matter where you are.
No matter how far you think you have gone wrong.

You are loved.
You are forgiven.
And He is waiting for you.

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