Hi, I’m Amy, and I’m so glad you’re here.

Before I was a published author, I was an ordinary, blessed wife and mother learning how to balance the beautiful chaos of family life, the quiet call of faith, and the deep desire to find purpose in the everyday moments.

I spent countless nights rocking my baby, folding laundry, and whispering prayers in the dark—asking God to make something meaningful out of my ordinary days. I wasn’t chasing a platform or recognition. I was chasing peace, clarity, and the assurance that my life mattered beyond the walls of my home.

In between diaper changes and dishes, I found sacred lessons. In the waiting rooms, school pickups, and bedtime stories, I heard God speaking. And little by little, those ordinary moments became the foundation for something extraordinary.

Writing didn’t begin as a career—it began as a lifeline. A way to make sense of my story, process the pain, and share the hope I was clinging to. It was in the raw, unfiltered honesty of motherhood and ministry that my voice was formed—not polished, but real.

So before I ever held a published book in my hands, I held the hand of a Savior who reminded me daily: your story matters, and I’m not finished writing it yet.