Finding God in the Details

Faith isn’t just a belief—it’s the foundation of my life. It has guided my decisions, shaped my path, and reminded me, time and time again, that I am not in control—God is.

But that doesn’t mean the journey has been easy.

There have been struggles. Doubts. Challenges. Battles in my mind.

For as long as I can remember, I have wrestled with mental health struggles. Anger. Change. Anxiety. Isolation. At times, I didn’t know how to manage it. I didn’t understand why I felt the way I did or why my mind worked differently than others’.

But looking back, I see how God’s hand has been in it all—the struggles, the breaking points, the ups, downs.

I’ve always struggled with change—which is ironic, considering how much change I’ve lived through.

Even as a child, I didn’t handle transitions well. My Aunt Lori used to tell me an hour in advance that it was time to leave, just so I could mentally prepare. If she didn’t, I would fall apart.

Back then, mental health wasn’t talked about the way it is now.

I commend my parents because they tried their hardest—they took me to doctors, did their best to support me, and sought answers. But 20 years ago, things weren’t as advanced as they are today. There weren’t as many conversations about how to truly help kids like me.

For a long time, I was on medication, but as I got older, I became afraid of it. I convinced myself I didn’t need it, so I stopped taking it.

At first, I thought I was fine.

But looking back, I realize I wasn’t coping—I was isolating.

I would spend hours upstairs alone, avoiding people, avoiding conversations. Later, when I built my photography studio, it became my hiding place. It was easier to retreat into work than to deal with my emotions.

And for a while, I convinced myself that was normal.

Then, life changed—again.

When I got married and moved out of my childhood home, I wasn’t ready for how much it would shake me.

I had spent years carefully constructing a life that allowed me to control my environment—but suddenly, everything was different.

And I couldn’t handle it.

I withdrew. I was angry. I couldn’t be friendly. I took out my frustration and confusion on the person who loved me the most—Kara.

She took the brunt of my emotions, my verbal outbursts, my struggles.

And she stayed.

She stood by me when I was at my lowest, believing in me even when I couldn’t see a way forward.

That is God’s grace.

Through prayer, counseling, and the right medication, I slowly began to heal. I found tools to manage my mental health. I realized that God’s provision extends to modern medicine—He gives people the wisdom to create what we need to heal.

That realization changed everything for me.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in business and in life, it’s this:

When I try to control everything, things fall apart.

But when I turn it over to God, everything goes better than I ever could have planned.

It always seems like the more I try to do for the Lord, the more the enemy attacks my mind.

But I refuse to let that win.

I’ve come to understand that mental health struggles and faith are not separate battles. They intersect. They coexist. And that’s okay.

• You can love Jesus and struggle with anxiety.

• You can trust God and still need medication.

• You can be strong in faith and still need therapy.

There is no shame in seeking help.

I look back now and see how much I suffered because I was afraid to ask for help. I isolated myself when I should have leaned into my community, my faith, my family.

If you’re struggling, hear me when I say this:

God hears you.

His grace is enough for you.

And you don’t have to fight alone.

Through his grace and modern medicine, He has given us tools to heal. You don’t have to choose between faith and help. You can have both.

I used to think photography was just about capturing moments.

Now, I see it as so much more.

• It’s about legacy.

• It’s about healing.

• It’s about seeing yourself the way God sees you—worthy, valuable, loved.

I don’t take it lightly that my work allows me to freeze moments in time for families, to give them something tangible to hold onto.

Because I know firsthand how much we need reminders of God’s goodness, especially in the hard seasons.

I know what it’s like to feel broken. To feel lost.

And I know what it’s like to be found again.

Because God?

He’s in the details.