When Dreams Won’t Let You Go: How I Launched Crazy Praise Club in a Season of Transition

Twelve years.

That’s how long the dream sat in my heart—sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly, but always there.

Crazy Praise Club wasn’t just an idea or a fleeting inspiration. It was something God whispered to me in a season when I felt anything but capable of starting a ministry. At first, it felt like a seed too wild to grow—too bold, too big, too much.

But here's what I’ve learned about God: He doesn’t plant dreams to tease us. He plants them to grow.

And He’s faithful to bring them to life—often in the most unexpected seasons.

I first sensed the idea for Crazy Praise Club over a decade ago. It was more than just a name—it was a vision for believers to come together in freedom and faith, praising God through every season, every hardship, and every joy. I imagined women dancing in their living rooms, crying in their cars, shouting “hallelujah” in the middle of their chaos—not because life was perfect, but because God was still good.

But life kept life-ing. Moves, job changes, breakups, health challenges, and Covid seclusion. I’m sure you can relate to at least one, if not all, of these.

I was busy balancing life changes with my calling, navigating responsibilities, and trying to show up for others. And like so many women, I put the dream on the back burner. I told myself, “Maybe later. When life calms down. When I have more time. When I’m more ready.”

But here’s the truth I didn’t know yet: Sometimes the “later” we’re waiting for never comes unless we choose to walk forward in faith.

Fast forward twelve years—my life looked different. I found myself again in a season of transition, but this time felt different. During my fast at the beginning of last year, I felt a clear nudge from God that now was the time to finish the book and launch the ministry. I was facing new questions about purpose, identity, and calling. I wasn’t sure what was next, but I knew I wasn’t content to stay where I was.

And that’s when God started stirring the dream again. In a big way.

It came in waves—during prayer, in worship, in conversations with trusted friends. Then in October of last year, a lost my job. It was then I clearly felt the nudge: “It’s time.”

The dream hadn’t died. It had been waiting. I tried to work on my book four years ago when I was not working, and I struggled. I abandoned the project. And the ministry languished as well. I was sure I had misunderstood God, but I couldn’t let it die.,

But stepping into it wasn’t easy. I was wrestling with doubt. “Who am I to start this now? Is anyone even going to show up? Is this just me—or is this really You, God?”

But I remembered something someone once told me: “If the dream keeps coming back, it’s not your imagination. It’s your calling.”

So I said yes. I wrote the book, and this time it poured out of me. With God-given confidence, I launched Crazy Praise Club—not when I felt most ready, but when God said it was time.

Starting Crazy Praise Club wasn’t about perfection. Since I wasn’t working, I didn’t have the budget I desired, so I just had to make it happen in any way I could. Crazy Praise Club was about obedience.

I didn’t have all the answers. I didn’t have a big team or a flawless launch strategy. What I had was a yes. And I gave it to God. He started opening doors, bringing the right people, a few donors, and a solid vision. A flood of confirmations came for my vision, some from people who had no idea what I was working on.

Crazy Praise Club began as a space for women to come together—online and in person—to worship wildly, laugh deeply, and grow spiritually. A place where praise isn’t a performance but a posture. A place where freedom is celebrated, faith is stirred, and women are reminded that their best days aren’t behind them—they’re ahead.

The response so far has been incredibly encouraging. Women from all walks of life resonate with the message. They are hungry for community, for purpose, and for a safe space to praise God in the middle of whatever life has thrown their way.

What I thought might be small or insignificant turned out to be exactly what God was ready to breathe on. The truth is, it never was my idea, it was God’s plan all along. And these long 12 years, He was working on me, growing me up, setting me free, and building my total trust in Him.

As I stepped into this new season of ministry, another dream resurfaced: writing a book.

I had carried that desire just as long as the Crazy Praise vision. For years I’d scribbled notes in journals, typed out ideas at midnight, and prayed, “Lord, give me the words to reach someone who needs to know they’re not alone.”

And just like the ministry, when I surrendered the timing to God, He opened the door. He downloaded the book to me in just a few short weeks, after I had tried for years to get it done. I actually completed another book, but it has yet to see the light of day. The new one is what God has given me for this moment.

The book poured out of me—not just as a story, but as a testimony built on expanding my practice of praise. A testimony of God’s faithfulness, His timing, and His relentless love. It’s a reflection of the journey so many of us walk: holding on to hope when the dream feels delayed, trusting God in the waiting, seeking new ways to grow our faith and boldly stepping out when He says “go.” It’s called Joyful Hearts – The Transformative Power of Praise.

Publishing my book is the celebration of what God can do if we let Him, it’s the beginning of a new season. One where obedience continues to lead me to places I never imagined, and open doors that I thought, perhaps, were forever closed.

Maybe you’re in your own season of transition.

Maybe your kids have left the house and you're wondering who you are now. Maybe you’re retiring from a long-held role and asking what’s next. Maybe you've lost someone, moved somewhere new, or just feel lost in the middle of a crazy life.

Can I whisper something to your heart?

The dream isn’t dead. And neither are you.

God is still writing your story. The desires in your heart weren’t placed there to frustrate you—they were planted there to grow. What are your talents, your gifts, your desires? When are you at your happiest serving God?

And even if it’s been 12 years… or 22… He’s still faithful to finish what He started. I know you will sense in your spirit when the time is right. And if it’s not now, enjoy the scenery along your journey.

So dare to believe again. Dare to say yes—even if your hands are trembling. Dare to praise Him—not just when the promise is fulfilled, but right here in the process.

Because sometimes, crazy praise is exactly what unlocks the next miracle.

Want to learn more about Crazy Praise Club or grab a copy of my book? Visit the Resources section of the website. Let’s chase those God-given dreams together—wildly, joyfully, and without apology.

Your second act could be your most powerful one yet.