Feel Alive in Your Body.
Sit with Jesus.
Heal from the Inside Out.
Holy Yoga Instructor
Breathwork Guide
Christ Follower
mom of 4
Wife
Because peace is accessible to you, and He is for you
Hi Darlings, I’m Liv– And I’m here to help you tune in to the voice of God
Listen, I’m a little spicy, a little scatterbrained, but totally sold out on Jesus. I haven’t always known how to rest. For years, I lived like peace was reserved for monks and old ladies -HA! I used to think being "disciplined" meant waking up at 5 am to train for marathons and living on five hours of sleep. It meant squeezing every drop of productivity out of my day. I thought I could just be the Energizer Bunny and keep going and going without consequence. And then I ran into a brick wall after pushing myself to my limits. Things felt out of control. I felt completely disconnected from peace, groundedness, and God– just like I did in college.
I was modeling and really struggling with body image. I wouldn’t have called it an eating disorder at the time, but looking back, I had full-blown anorexia. I was obsessed with being smaller (and I was already scary thin.) I lived on diet drinks and barely ate. No number on the scale fulfilled me. No matter how many miles I ran, I felt like a whale, had no energy, and didn't want to talk to anyone about it. I was unfulfilled and disconnected from my body and reality.
I ended up in the ER one day, numb all over, because my electrolytes were so off. The doctors thought something was wrong with my brain. I remember thinking, What is happening to me?
And then, of all places, God met me in a Holy yoga class at my student rec center. The instructor read the Word over us while we moved and stretched, and the tears began to flow down my face. Because the Lord revealed to me this truth, “You don’t have to punish your body to feel close to me. I want you to live free inside it.”
I looked at myself in the mirror and believed Psalm 139 for the first time in a long time, “You are fearfully and wonderfully made.”
Then I gained weight. It felt SO GOOD. I quit my modeling agency (well, they might have fired me - but I didn’t care). And I walked away from that life. I was HEALED.
I moved on with joy. Graduated from college and married the Jesus-loving man of my dreams. I was happy, healthy…and then came infertility.
We had six miscarriages, and it was devastating. But also, confusing. I had always seen being a mom as my calling. So when it wasn’t happening, I felt lost. Like—if I’m not a mom, then who even am I? What now?
holy yoga changed everything for me.
In that season of waiting and coming to the end of myself, the Lord gently brought Holy Yoga into my life again. And it brought me back to the truth that my body is a temple of the Holy Spirit. It taught me how to feel safe in my body, hold space for myself and my pain, as well as cry out to God and hear his tender voice.
So I got certified as a a holy yoga instructor in 2010 and started teaching wherever I could. In backyards, church basements, and living rooms– nothing fancy. Simply women coming together to worship, move, breathe, and meet with God in a very practical, embodied way.
This practice helped me reconnect with my body, God, and my purpose. It gave me space to slow down and stop thinking I had to earn rest or prove anything. I know that having a quiet time every day with the Lord is so important, but it's not the same as being still. Sitting in the stillness of God changed me (and continues to change me in the best way).
And it’s my purpose to help you find all of that, too.
- I meditate with Jesus.
- I count freckles on my kids’ noses.
- I finish books just because I enjoy them.
- I live slower. Deeper. Freer.
- I go on walks without my phone and savor sunrises over hot coffee.
- I’m now savoring this life of mine.
The heart behind it all
Why I’m here (and maybe why you’re here too)
If you’re exhausted from trying to keep up, love Jesus but feel disconnected, your soul feels tired, but you don’t even know how to rest…You’re not alone. And you’re not broken.
I created this space for you. For the overachiever who’s burned out. For the mama who just needs a minute. For the woman who wants to feel God again–not just in her head–but in her body and everyday life.
What I teach is a holy, whole-person surrender. And it will change everything for you.
So, lemme ask you: What are you craving right now? A moment to exhale? Friendship? Time management that is aligned with your values? Energy to dance in the kitchen again? A selfless marriage that resembles Christ and the church?
Jesus cares about it all, honey girl.
For My LinkedIn Babes
→ Studied theology at Wheaton College
→ 200-Hour Holy Yoga Certification (2010)
→ 500-Hour Holy Yoga Master’s Certification (2012)
→ Led 3 international and 4 domestic Christ-Centered Yoga & Breathwork Retreats
→ Keynote Speaker for Lake Geneva Youth Camp
→ Keynote Speaker for FLD District Youth Conference
→ Led Holy Yoga at the Ramstein Air Force Base in Germany
You Are Not Alone
I wrote Bearing Hope during my struggles with miscarriage and infertility. I wanted to create something that could help others facing the same pain. It’s not a bunch of cliché sympathies, nor will it tie everything up with a pretty bow. But this book is a guide that will sit with you in the heartbreak, help you grieve, and remind you that you’re not alone. Women have called it “a bear hug in book form” and “a book worthy of reading twice.” So if your heart is heavy, you feel the ache of your body betraying you, or you’ve lost all hope– I wrote it for you.
If you long to be a mom one day…
Have you taken a deep breath today?
As women and mamas, we are wound a lil’ tight, ammi right? If I had to guess, your jaw is tensed, your shoulders are a little high, and you could use some deep breaths. In just 5 minutes, a simple gift from God can purge your nervous system of old, redundant patterning, allowing you to hear God's voice clearly. It’ll skim the tension off the top of your body and let the peace of God settle over you. It’s a holy reset. I want to invite you to take a few deep breaths, babe.
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