Real Estate & Healing

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

Psalms 34:18

That verse has followed me through some of the hardest seasons of my life. I’ve prayed it, cried over it, wrestled with it—and even been angry about it. I’m not usually one to share my story publicly. It’s not because I want pity—I don’t. But I’ve come to realize that sometimes God uses your storm to help someone else find their way through theirs. So here I am.

If you would’ve asked me four years ago what I’d be doing with my life, I can promise you, real estate wouldn’t have even been a thought. I was in college, studying social work. That’s where I believed my heart was—where I thought I was supposed to be. But God had other plans, and I never imagined those plans would lead me here—writing a blog post about how I became a real estate agent.

To tell that story, I have to take you back.

Four years ago, around this time, I was deep in grief. I had just lost my big brother, and I was caring for my mom, who had been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I chose to stay close to home and take online classes at the local community college. Social work felt like my calling. I had a genuine desire to make a difference in people’s lives—and that drive to help others kept growing.

Buying a house was never part of the plan. Not at 20. Not while grieving. Not while trying to hold it all together. But when it became clear that my mom didn't have much time left, I had to start thinking about where I’d go. That’s when God opened a door I never expected—He made a way for me to buy my childhood home.

When people ask how I pulled it off, I tell them the truth: I don’t know. It was a blur. I was focused on school, trying to keep my grades up, but nothing prepares you for buying a home—especially not at that age. They don’t teach you that stuff in high school. Thankfully, I had an incredible support system—my sister-in-law, who worked at a bank, and a lender who took the time to walk me through it.

I didn’t know much about buying a home, but I did know I’d need good credit—again, thanks to my sister-in-law. So at 18, I took out a small loan and started building my credit. By the time I turned 20, my score was in good shape.

I closed on my home on November 1, 2021. My mom passed away just 17 days later, on November 18. I truly believe she held on just long enough to make sure everything was in place. In my eyes, things still felt so unfinished—but in her heart, she knew it was time to rest.

A month later, in December, I found out I was pregnant. I had just moved into my home. It was overwhelming, but I kept going. I finished my associate’s degree in Human Services in May of 2022. That chapter taught me a lot—especially how to communicate clearly and advocate for others.

Over the next two years, I worked on my home—fixing it up room by room. But grief has a way of changing what feels like “home.” Eventually, I realized that staying in the house I grew up in wasn’t helping me heal. So my little family moved to my fiance's family farm. It wasn’t an easy choice—but it was the right one.

About a year later, I felt ready to sell my home. I found an amazing Realtor who helped me through it, and that’s when something clicked. I realized I loved the process. I loved the stories that came with each home. These aren’t just walls and floors—they’re filled with people, memories, and emotion. That’s when I made the decision to start real estate school online through Colibri Real Estate.

Today, I’m a licensed real estate agent in the state of Kentucky. And I can honestly say—I feel like I’m exactly where God wants me to be. Real estate isn’t something I would’ve chosen for myself, but it’s become part of my healing. It’s helped me build new relationships, grow as a person, and come back to life.

Before grief, I was outgoing. I loved people. After loss, I shut down—I felt like I was stuck in a shell I couldn’t break out of. Real estate forced me to step out again. And when I finally did, I came out different. Stronger. More grounded. And I know—I know—my mom would be proud of the woman I’ve become.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this, it’s that God’s plan doesn’t always make sense in the moment—but it’s always good. What started as grief, confusion, and survival turned into purpose, growth, and a calling I never saw coming. Real estate wasn’t just a career move for me—it became a path to healing, to rediscovering who I am, and to connecting with others in a way that’s real and meaningful.

If you’re walking through a hard season, wondering how anything good could come from it—hold on. God is planting the seeds of something beautiful even in your darkest moments. And if real estate ever crosses your path—whether you’re buying, selling, or just need someone to talk things through—I’d be honored to walk that journey with you.

Here’s to new beginnings, healing in unexpected places, and trusting the process—even when it feels hard.