Open Arms, Open Door: A Sanctuary of Second Chances

The Safe House: Where Grace Lives and Judgement Ends

"For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me... Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me." — Matthew 25:35–40

What do you appreciate about yourself?

If I were to appreciate something about myself, it would be my ability to listen deeply and respond thoughtfully. I don’t just offer advice—I pour heart into my words, drawing from experience so that what I share is not just heard, but felt.

I strive to be a safe house. Not just for teens or addicts, but for anyone who’s ever felt cast aside, misunderstood, or broken. My door is open. My arms are open. Because I know what it’s like to grow up in a place where judgment is common and shame follows close behind.

I came from a small country town where being different often meant being shunned. But instead of letting that harden me, it softened me. It taught me that everyone—everyone—deserves a second chance. That grace isn’t earned; it’s given. And that love, when offered freely, can heal wounds deeper than words can reach.

So, I choose to live with intention. To welcome the stranger. To feed the hungry. To clothe the bare. To sit with the sick and visit the imprisoned—not just physically, but emotionally. Because when we do these things, we’re not just serving others. We’re serving Him.