About Us
Where Beauty Grows from Brokenness.
At Tattered Lives Farm, we don't worry about perfectly manicured rows or pristine white fences. Life isn't polished, and we believe faith shouldn't have to be either. We are a nontraditional sanctuary designed for those who feel a little frayed at the edges, offering a space to plant, breathe, and rediscover hope in the soil.
Our Roots: A Story of Survival
The "Tattered" in our name isn’t just a brand—it’s our testimony. Our fellowship was born out of the grit and grace of real-world trials. We aren't strangers to the storms of life; we’ve lived through them.
Our journey has been shaped by:
- Near-Death Experiences: Gaining a perspective that only comes when you've stood on the threshold of the afterlife.
- The Pendulum of Success: Navigating the heights of financial abundance and the humbling lows of total failure.
- The Battle with Cancer: Facing multiple diagnoses with a resolve that can only be sustained by a higher power.
These weren't just "challenges"—they were the catalysts that forced us to dig deep into our own faith. We realized that some of the most vibrant growth happens in the most tattered soil.
The Tattered Lives Fellowship
We aren't here to give you a lecture; we’re here to walk the field with you. Our farm serves as a living classroom for individuals and families who are navigating their own "tattered" seasons. Whether you are battling illness, recovering from loss, or simply searching for a deeper connection to God, you’ll find a community here that understands.
"We don't just grow crops; we cultivate resilience."
What to Expect
When you visit Tattered Lives Farm, leave your "Sunday Best" at home. Come as you are—scars, doubts, and all. Through hands-on farm life, quiet reflection, and honest fellowship, we help you:
- Sow Seeds of Trust: Learning to rely on God's timing, even when the season feels dry.
- Weather the Storms: Finding the spiritual tools to remain standing when life gets heavy.
- Harvest Hope: Recognizing the beauty in your own story, no matter how tattered it may seem.
Our founder
The Why
Giving back to others has always been a part of who I am. But in 2018, after receiving a diagnosis of multiple types of cancer, I discovered something that changed me deeply. Sitting quietly with animals, hearing nothing but their movements and the natural sounds around me, brought a calm I didn’t know I needed. In those moments of stillness, the idea of Tattered Lives Farm was born in my mind.
I wanted to create a place where anyone who needed to step away, breathe, regroup, and simply listen to the gentle rhythm of animals could find peace. A place where healing begins with quiet, connection, and the freedom to just be.
The Plan
The plan for Tattered Lives farm sits on over 20+ acres and has begun with the prayers to have visitors by spring of 2027. You can watch the progression on our YouTube channel.
Faith
People ask me all the time, “Where did your faith come from?” It comes up whenever I speak publicly, and honestly, even when someone just wants to understand my past. And every time, I go back to a verse that hits me right in the center of who I used to be:
1 Timothy 6:10
“For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evils…” That verse describes the life I lived for a long time.
I didn’t grow up with the kind of faith people imagine. I believed in God, sure — but I didn’t know Jesus. I loved Christmas, but I had no idea what it truly meant. My life was about success, money, and being known. I chased the feeling of walking into a room and having people recognize me. I thought that was purpose.
And then July of 2023 happened.
That’s when Jesus found me. Not the other way around — He found me. And when He did, He planted something in me that didn’t land on rocky soil or get choked out by the world. It took root.
The parable in Matthew 13 — the sower, the seeds, the thorns, the good soil — it became more than Scripture. It became my story. For years, I was the seed among the thorns. Money, ego, and ambition wrapped around me so tightly I couldn’t see the danger I was in.
I made millions. I became known. And my ego grew right alongside my bank account.
But here’s the part I can’t ignore: I had four near‑death experiences. Three moments that should have ended my life. Looking back now, I know exactly why they didn’t. It wasn’t luck. It wasn’t chance. It was God’s grace — plain and simple. He wasn’t done with me.
He had a bigger plan.
I can say with absolute certainty that the Lord is real, because He was with me long before I knew His name. And I can say with even greater certainty that He is with me now — because now I do know Him.
This is where my faith comes from.
This is why I’m still here.
And this is why Tattered Lives Farm exists — because when God gives you a second, third or fourth chance, you don’t keep it to yourself. You share it.
