I didn’t always love reading. In fact, for much of my childhood, I believed I couldn’t do it. I thought I wasn’t smart, that I was always one step behind. But God had a bigger story for me—and it started the moment someone finally saw the light in me.
I was diagnosed with dyslexia in second grade. For years, school felt like a series of locked doors I didn’t have the key to. I worked twice as hard to go half as far, and I often felt invisible—lost in a system that didn’t quite know what to do with a mind like mine.
But then came college along with a professor who would change the course of my life. She didn’t just teach me about literature—she saw something in me no one else had: potential. In fact, she called me a “Genius.” She unlocked something sacred in me that had been buried under years of discouragement.
Her belief sparked a fire.
That fire led me to graduate with honors, become a certified teacher, and eventually pour everything I’d learned into helping others find their own light—especially those who learn differently, like me.
Now, as a homeschooling mom, I see my past as a gift. It gave me a heart for students who struggle, for parents who feel lost, and for children who just need someone to believe in them.
Dyslexia never disappeared—it’s part of who I am. But instead of letting it define me, I let it refine me. And now I see it as a light that helped illuminate my purpose.
If you or your child are walking a similar path, know this: there is hope, there is help, and there is so much light ahead. I’d be honored to walk this journey with you.
Raising Light 