I wasn’t fascinated by cameras, shooting techniques, lighting set-ups, or editing software. I didn’t go to film school. I never packed up my car and told my family I was off to Hollywood to be the next Steven Spielberg. Sure, I liked movies (I mean, who doesn’t?), but I never imagined it would be my thing. 

For me, it was always about stories. 

I couldn’t get enough of them. I’d lie in my bed and read about Frodo, Huck Finn, Brian Robeson, Sherlock Holmes, and so many others. I noticed in church that when Jesus was asked a hard question, he responded with a story. I started writing and telling stories to my family and friends. 

When I took a feature writing class in college, something clicked, but it wasn’t until my first year in seminary that my sweet mom made a wrong phone call. This call set in motion a chain of events that led me away from Arkansas. I moved to Istanbul and then to London to work as a writer on a media team for a global non-profit organization.

I came back to the States and joined a creative agency in Colorado that worked with organizations like Compassion International, The Navigators, David C. Cook, Thomas Nelson, and LifeWay. I moved to a large, global non-profit headquartered in Idaho where I ended my tenure as creative director. 

When a friend I had met in the UK asked me to help shape the story of a documentary film, things came into focus. I fell in love. The process of shaping the film, working with a creative team, and watching a story come to life was exhilarating. But then, my wife and I walked out of the theater after the debut and came home to read reviews and comments about how people’s lives were being changed by the story.

I realized the power stories can truly have. 

People were reorienting their lives, moving to different countries, experiencing God in profound ways, diving in, and helping change the world. 

So I left my job and started making movies full-time. 

I love it.