Our Story

We did not arrive that evening looking for one another. We arrived to serve. To worship. To participate in something larger than ourselves. But somewhere between the preparation, the proclamation, and the closing prayer, God was writing a different kind of story — one neither of us could have orchestrated.

Brent came carrying a long history of ministry, fatherhood, loss, and hard-won healing. Esther came with strength, clarity, and a faith forged through her own journey of leadership and perseverance. What began as conversation — thoughtful, measured, unhurried — slowly became friendship. And friendship, grounded in shared faith and mutual respect, became something neither of us expected but both of us recognized.

In a season marked by change, uncertainty, and courage, that night became more than an evangelistic gathering.

It became a reminder that hope is not abstract. It is personal. It is patient. And sometimes, it introduces itself when you least expect it.

We did not begin from scratch. We began from experience — from gratitude, from children, from lessons learned, and from a deep desire to build something intentional and safe.

September 12th will always be our Night of Hope — not because it was dramatic, but because it was faithful.

And from that night forward, we chose each other.