About Georgette
My Story
Before I knew the word ‘storyteller,’ I already was one.
My book is here! Junk to Jewels, A Journey from Brokenness and Despair to Beauty and Delight.
Before I knew the word ‘storyteller,’ I already was one.
I did not have a publisher, an audience, or a plan. What I had was a burning need to create — to take what was swirling inside me and give it shape, give it language, give it life. So I wrote my own magazine, complete with original sections and curated stories, and I sold it to my family. I recorded myself singing into a little cassette recorder, pretending to be a DJ spinning records and speaking to a world that could not yet hear me. I lined up my Barbies and built entire universes that left the neighborhood children watching for hours, transfixed by something they could feel but not quite name.
I did not know then what I know now: that God was forming me. That every creative impulse, every story constructed, every song sung into a plastic recorder was practice for the calling He had quietly placed inside me long before I had words for it.
“Words. Books. Music. Visual art. Nature. Faith. These were never just interests — they were the language God used to shape my soul.”
I grew up surrounded by beauty in its many forms. Literature opened worlds I had not yet visited. Music reached into places words alone could not touch. Art showed me that truth could live in color and form and negative space. Nature whispered the constancy of a Creator who makes all things new. And faith — always, undergirding everything — faith held the whole of it together.
These were not separate loves. They were woven into a single thread: a deep, unshakeable hunger to understand the human heart — its capacity for beauty, its tendency toward brokenness, its extraordinary resilience when held in the hands of grace.
That hunger eventually led me to formal study. I pursued my Master of Arts in Marriage and Family Counseling not because I wanted a credential, but because I wanted to understand people more deeply. To sit with their stories. To learn the architecture of healing. And what I found in those years confirmed what I had always known in my spirit: that story is sacred, that community is medicine, and that no wound is beyond the reach of redemption.
And then life unraveled.
There are seasons that do not ask your permission. They arrive like a sudden storm — and when they pass, the landscape looks nothing like it did before. I know those seasons intimately. I have sat in the wreckage of a life I thought I understood, holding pieces I did not know how to reassemble, asking God questions I was not sure He would answer.
But here is what I discovered in the dark: that broken is not the end of the story. That despair is not the final word. That the very pieces we are most tempted to throw away are often the ones God is most interested in redeeming.
Junk to Jewels was born there — in the wreckage, in the waiting, in the slow and holy work of becoming. It is not a philosophy I invented. It is a truth I lived my way into, one hard and beautiful day at a time.
“You are not junk. You have never been junk. You are a jewel in the hands of a God who makes all things glorious.”
Today, I am a writer, a speaker, a podcast host, and a founder. Through my books, I offer words that carry truth gently and deliver it deeply. Through the Junk to Jewels Podcast, I gather voices and stories that remind us we are never alone in our struggle. Through educational events — webinars, workshops, speaking engagements — I create spaces where hearts can open and healing can move. And through Bella Healing Hearts Foundation, I walk alongside single-parent families who are building something beautiful from what was broken.
Every part of what I do flows from the same source: a conviction that heart matters, truly matter. That your story — all of it, the radiant and the ruined — has meaning. That the God who formed you before you were born has not finished with you yet.
I am so glad you found your way here. This is a space for honest hearts. For the broken and the becoming. For everyone who has ever held a pile of junk and dared to wonder if it might, somehow, become something jeweled.
Welcome. You belong here.
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and transform together!