Paris Fashion Week. The city of couture, croissants, and a whole lot of people searching for something more. The streets were buzzing, the pastries were divine, the macarons were giving everything they needed to give, and the weather at the end of September and beginning of October? Absolutely unmatched. Consider this your sign to book that trip.
And can we address something? The French are not as rude as people make them out to be. We had so many beautiful, fun, and meaningful conversations with people we encountered. Their culture is rich, their language is beautiful, and there is so much to learn from the people of France.
But as beautiful as Paris is on the outside, there was a whole other story unfolding behind the scenes.
And trust me, it had nothing to do with who wore what.
Because while the world was watching the runway, Jesus was moving backstage.
And that's where the real story begins.
THE FASHION WAS SERVING. THE SPIRITUAL WARFARE? ALSO PRESENT.
Let's get into it.
We witnessed models fully be inhabited by the spirit of Jezebel, walking in perversion. Models being told to partner with the spirit of death. Celebrating the spirit of confusion. Models opening demonic doors and partnering with witchcraft, rebellion, pride. We know we live in this world and are not of it, being seeing it first hand, our hearts were grieved.
Listen, I love fashion. I love creativity. I love seeing designers bring a vision to life. But as followers of Jesus Christ, we cannot ignore the truth and reality of where we are drawing our inspiration from. It's either the Kingdom of Light or the Kingdom of darkness.
Although it was heavy, physical attacks against my body, the beautiful track made in collaboration with AXL Artists wasn't played; it was more evident to all of us.
We need Kingdom Creatives. Period.
From production to music, makeup to design, the industry needs people who are led by the Holy Spirit, rooted in the Word of God, and walking in the fear of the Lord. Because whether creatives realize it or not, they influence culture. They tell stories. They shape narratives. They communicate values through the things they create.
And if we're going to create, let's create with purpose.
We aren't called to hide our light in the name of fitting in. We're called to carry Jesus into rooms that may not ever encounter Him through art.
Now, about that backstage moment…
There was a male model moving around with a feathered tool, swatting models lined up backstage. Immediately didn’t sit well with us. We clocked the situation pretty quickly (witchcraft) and immediately began praying.
But then he physically swatted at my models.
OOO the Righteous anger that rose up!
Did i say something? You better beleive i did.
But more than that, it was a reminder: we can walk into glamorous rooms, wear beautiful clothes, build incredible things, and still stand firmly on the name of Jesus.
Now, let's get to the good news. Because the enemy may have had his moments, but GOD HAD THE FINAL WORD.
A LAST-MINUTE MODEL. A DIVINE APPOINTMENT.
You know that moment when the show is about to start, the garments are waiting, the clock is ticking, and you're missing one of your most important models?
Yeah. That was me.
I kept saying, “We need one more model.”
And if you know anything about the modeling industry, you know cancellations happen. Things change. Backups are not optional, people. Keep those numbers on speed dial!
But God had already worked out the details.
A friend approached my assistant Ari and asked if we needed a model. We said yes, and around the corner came Lucinda.
A stunningly tall, Australian ball of sunshine, ready and eager to model.
And here's the kicker: she had simply been told to come to the show to see if there would be an opportunity for her to model. She didn't plan to be there, but God did!
Lucinda carried so much joy and light, and I genuinely believe the Lord was drawing her heart to Him.
During fittings in the bathroom, she mentioned that she had a really bad headache. I was busy getting everything ready, but Ari leaned in and asked if she could pray for her.
Now, pause. Because I had prayed over these garments before the show. I had prayed that the models would encounter the Lord, that they would feel something different when they put the clothes on, for healing, deliverance, and that these pieces would be more than just fabric and thread.
So when Lucinda mentioned her headache after trying on the dress, I couldn't help but wonder if there was something happening.
Practical advice for creatives: pray over everything you create. You never know what the Lord will do with your art.
Now it was time to get ready for the show.
After hair and makeup, Lucinda stepped into the New Creation dress.
There was something so beautiful about watching her in that garment. She looked radiant, and you could see how beautiful she felt wearing it.
Then came the comment that absolutely sent me.
We were by the clothing rack taking B-roll when her friend looked at her and said:
“It's almost like she looks resurrected.”
I looked at her and said, “That's crazy because this dress is called the New Creation.”
HELLO?! My heart LEAPED.
Someone who wasn't even a believer had noticed something that pointed straight to the message of Jesus Christ. The resurrection. New life. A restored identity. A daughter seeing herself rightly.
And all of this was happening through a garment, backstage in the middle of Paris Fashion Week.
We ended up talking about some of the other pieces, and I got to share a little about the crucifixion of Christ. Naturally, I told the girls to watch The Chosen.
This is why I do what I do. Fashion can be a doorway. Creativity can be a conversation starter. A dress can become an opportunity to share the Gospel.
The world may see a runway look. I see a chance for someone to encounter Jesus.
And Lucinda? She was a reminder that God can use even the smallest details to point someone toward Him.
GARMENTS THAT SPOKE, A PRAYER THAT FOLLOWED.
The show was over, the crowds were thinning out, and we were backstage catching our breath with some of our new designer friends.
Enter Graciela.
She approached me and told me how much she loved my designs. Then she asked what the collection was about.
I explained that the collection was inspired by purity, righteousness, and returning to the identity we've been given through Jesus Christ.
And just like that, a fashion conversation became a Kingdom conversation.
By the Holy Spirit i somehow mentioned how Ari had experienced deliverance in her mind, and I pulled her into the conversation so she could share what the Lord had done in her life.
Ari began sharing her testimony, and you could tell it was ministering to Graciela's heart. Sis was LOCKED IN.
Afterward, I asked if we could pray for her. She grabbed her brother, and right there backstage, we prayed.
Then Graciela began opening up about what she had been battling with.
And that's when Ari, the MVP, got BOLD.
She asked if she could pray for Graciela again, and we all joined together in prayer. What followed was a solid ten minutes of Ari going IN, praying against the things coming against God's daughter.
We forgot we were at Fashion Week.
The runway? Irrelevant. The clothes? Still beautiful, but not the priority. The crowd? Who?
For those moments, it was all about Jesus and the person standing in front of us.
And in that moment I thought THAT is what we are here for.
We need more believers who aren't afraid to share their testimonies. More creatives who understand that their stories can minister to people. More moments where we stop trying to look impressive and simply allow God to work through us.
The fashion industry has enough stories about who wore what, who sat where, and who got invited.
Your testimony might be the very thing that helps someone else realize they're not alone. It might give someone the courage to ask for prayer. It might open a door that would never have opened otherwise.
Never underestimate what happens when you tell people about the goodness of God.
PRIDE COMES BEFORE THE FALL. AND SOMETIMES, THE FALL IS LITERAL.
I was backstage, minding my business and waiting for my models, when a fellow designer asked me to move my clothing rack so a model could practice a backflip before doing it onstage during a particular designer's walk.
I moved the rack and went back to whatever I was doing.
Unbothered. Focused. In my lane.
Then, out of nowhere, a chain fell at my feet. A LITERAL chain, y’all.
The model did his backflip, and the chain from his design landed right there. At the tip of my show. It also hit Ari, which I learned later.
But in that moment, I felt something in my spirit.
“Chains are falling.”
I was speechless.
Later, we caught up with some of the crew who had been standing in prayer stageside, and they shared another detail about the showcase: the models had been instructed to flip off the audience.
WILD…
Now, remember the model practicing his backflip? He had landed it successfully backstage. I heard him do it twice, and he landed it both times. The other, backstage, where I couldn’t see. So 3 times, without an audience, he landed it.
But when it was showtime?
He wiped out and landed on his KNEES.
Let's connect the dots.
He had landed the backflip three times backstage, but onstage, he fell and landed on his knees. Ari then shared a revelation about how kneeling is an act of surrender before God.
We all sat there stunned, reflecting on what had happened.
To us, it became a striking picture of the difference between performing for a crowd and humbling yourself before the Lord. We couldn't help but think about pride, the heart behind our actions, and how quickly things can change when someone steps into the spotlight.
And listen, this isn't just a word for a model on a runway. It's a word for ALL of us.
How often do we need to ask the Lord to search our hearts? How often does pride sneak in without us even realizing it? How often do we care more about how we appear before people than how we stand before God?
Pride comes before the fall.
And we should never be so concerned with looking so powerful in front of a crowd that we forget the posture of surrender before our King.
Sometimes the Lord humbles us privately. Sometimes life does it publicly. Either way, may we have hearts that are quick to repent, quick to listen, and willing to surrender.
Because the goal isn't to be the most impressive person in the room.
The goal is to look more like Jesus.
A MISSING OUTFIT, A QUICK PRAYER, AND A HEART THAT WAS SEARCHING.
Now, this next moment is one of my favorites because it started with something so simple.
Our designer friend Luis had one of his looks go missing backstage. He approached me and asked if I had seen it, and suddenly we were all frantic, looking around, trying to figure out where this garment had disappeared to.
I finally stopped and said, “Hold on. I'm going to pray.”
Right there, out loud, I prayed:
“Jesus, let the hidden be found and the unseen be seen!”
And I kid you not, about five seconds later, a guy approached Luis.
“Hey, I have your look. I kept it in a safe place.”
FIVE SECONDS.
We all looked at each other… did that just happen?
When Luis came back, a few of us were hanging out backstage, and he brought up the fact that the outfit had been found immediately after I prayed.
“It's so crazy,” he said, “because you prayed to Jesus, and literally, my clothes were found.”
But the guy who had returned the look wasn't having it.
“Oh, I don't do any of that religious stuff. I don't believe in that.” he said
His response was harsh, and he was clearly resisting and not interested in the conversation.
This is where Ari stepped in and asked him a simple question.
“If God revealed Himself to you, would you follow Him?”
And just like that, the conversation went somewhere deeper.
They spoke for a while, much of which I couldn't hear. But afterward, Ari shared what she had learned, and it left us with hope.
He had been raised Muslim, but no longer wanted to identify with that religion. He believed in God, but he was searching for answers.
Here's what I love about this moment: God doesn't need you to have the perfect conversation. He needs you to be willing to show up.
I didn't have to convince that man of anything. I prayed. The garment was found. The moment opened a door, and Ari was willing to walk through it with him.
We may never know what comes of that conversation. We may never see the full harvest of those seeds. But we can be faithful with the moment we're given.
And sometimes, the divine appointment is hiding behind a missing garment.
PARIS HAS A PRAYER ROOM. AND THE HOLY SPIRIT IS NOT JUST IN TEXAS.
Sunday evening, we had the opportunity to visit a two-hour prayer room in the 5th arrondissement.
And from the moment we walked in, we could feel the tangible presence of God.
Worship and prayer filled the space, moving beautifully between French and English. There we were, thousands of miles from home, surrounded by people lifting up the name of Jesus in a language that wasn't ours.
By the end, we were speechless, tears streaming down our faces.
I looked around the small sanctuary, completely in awe.
The SAME Holy Spirit I experience in Dallas, Texas, was present all the way over here in Paris.
Same Jesus. Same Spirit. Same power.
And yet, there was no confusion about who we were worshipping.
There is something so beautiful about seeing the body of Christ worshipping beyond the borders of what is familiar to you. It reminds you that the Kingdom of God is bigger than your city, bigger than your church, and bigger than the culture you grew up in.
God is moving in France.
And I left that prayer room with a renewed love for the French people and a deeper hunger to see what He wants to do in that nation.
Paris may be known for fashion, art, romance, and luxury. But I believe there is room for revival, too.
And I, for one, would love to see it.
A LITTLE SABBATH, A LOT OF JESUS, AND A CATHEDRAL AT THE TOP OF THE HILL.
After the show, my body needed rest, and my soul needed some uninterrupted time with Jesus.
So while the girls went for a picnic down by the Louvre, I made my way to Montmartre on my own.
No agenda. No itinerary. No pressure to be anywhere.
Just me and Jesus.
As I walked around, I spotted the Sacré-Cœur Basilica sitting majestically at the top of the hill. I knew I wanted to go inside, even though I wasn't sure whether I needed a ticket.
Praise the Lord, entry was free!
The moment I stepped inside, I was struck by the beauty of the architecture. The mosaics, the intricate details, the sheer scale of the place—it was breathtaking.
And then the waterworks opened like a FLOOD.
I was overwhelmed with gratitude, thinking about everything God had done during Fashion Week. The people we'd met. The prayers we'd prayed. The testimonies we'd shared. The unexpected moments that had reminded us He was present in every room we walked into.
I was trying to take it all in.
How had we gotten here? How had the Lord provided? How had small acts of obedience turned into so many opportunities to share the Gospel?
I thought about the collection, the models, the moments backstage, and the people whose stories had intersected with ours for reasons we might not fully understand.
And there I was, sitting with the Lord, finally allowing myself to process it all.
No production schedule. No garment fittings. No runway call time.
Just gratitude.
It reminded me that sometimes, after God calls you to move, He also calls you to be still.
To rest in what He's done. To recognize His faithfulness. To let the magnitude of His goodness settle into your heart.
We can get so caught up in the doing that we forget to stop and thank Him.
So that afternoon, at the top of a hill in Paris, I did just that.
I thanked Jesus.
For the opportunity. For the provision. For the people. For the protection. For the moments I understood and the ones I didn't.
And for reminding me that the same God who calls you into the room, is the same God who will meet you there.
And just like that… I was Fired in Paris
Two weeks before Paris Fashion Week, I had reached my breaking point with corporate America. After watching issue after issue go unaddressed, I finally spoke up and exposed the corruption and dysfunction happening behind the scenes. Pretty and professional — I came with receipts.
And suddenly, the micromanagement began. Every move watched, every decision questioned. Funny how uncomfortable things get when you stop playing the corporate game. The goal? Make you so uncomfortable that you quit.
But little did they know, they had the wrong one.
I had spent so much time feeling this tension of whether pursuing fashion was worth it or if i should just continue climbing up the corporate ladder and playing games i didnt want to play anymore.
In the middle of all the tension and chaos, I prayed a desperate prayer: “God, if You want me to do fashion full-time, have them fire me.”
Fast-forward 2 weeks later. I'm in Paris, sitting at “Gigi's”, the iconic restaurant featured in hit Netflix series Emily in Paris, enjoying our last meal when an email lands in my inbox.
“The company has made organizational changes, and as a result, your role has been eliminated effective immediately.”
In Paris. During Fashion Week. The timing? Comical. The reason? Questionable…
My friends were shocked. Me? Surprisingly, I had peace. Because sometimes, God answers your prayers in ways you never would've scripted yourself.
I don't know every detail of what comes next, but I know this: I spoke up, stood by my values, and walked away with my peace intact.
Maybe the ending I feared was actually the beginning I'd been praying for.
And if there's one thing that this taught me, never be afraid to stand up for what’s right. Sometimes the best career move is the one you never planned.
FRANCE. GOD ISN'T FINISHED WITH YOU.
We have truly seen and tasted the goodness of the Lord in Paris.
And if there's one thing we took home, it's this: Jesus is not finished with Paris. He is not finished with France.
We are praying for this nation. We are praying for revival and reformation. We are praying for hearts to turn toward Jesus Christ, for darkness to give way to the light, for division to go, for unity to come, and for the Prince of Peace to rule and reign.
We pray that every power standing against the purposes of God would be brought down and that Jesus Christ would take His rightful place in the hearts of the French people.
France belongs to the Lord!
And no, I didn’t leave Paris with the idea that I have it all figured out. I, and all the incredible people who came along on this trip, left with a deeper conviction that there is so much more God wants to do—and that He invites ordinary, imperfect, willing people to be part of it.
Because here's the truth: I did not have all the finances, the intercessors, the people, or the perfect strategy to make this happen.
But God did.
He provided. He answered. He moved.
He brought Lucinda around the corner when we needed another model. He opened the door for conversations that pointed people toward Jesus. He gave Ari opportunities to share her testimony and pray for someone who needed encouragement. He reminded us to stand firm when things became uncomfortable. He met us in a prayer room in the 5th arrondissement and in the stillness of a cathedral overlooking Paris.
And He reminded us that creativity is about more than what people see on the runway.
It's about who gets to encounter Jesus because we were willing to say yes.
So, if there's anything you take away from this Good News Report, let it be this:
Whatever God is calling you to do, DO IT.
Do it before you have every answer. Do it when the finances don't make sense. Do it when you feel underqualified. Do it when you're scared. Do it when the timing isn't perfect, and the strategy isn't clear.
Do it uncomfortable.
Do it in obedience.
And do it with your eyes fixed on Jesus Christ.
Because you never know who He has already arranged for you to meet. You never know what conversation He's going to use, what prayer He's going to answer, or what seemingly insignificant moment is going to become part of someone's testimony.
We went to Paris Fashion Week to present a collection.
We came back with stories of God's goodness.
We came back reminded that the Gospel belongs in every industry, every city, every creative space, and every room the Lord allow us to place our feet in.
The world may have been watching the clothes but we were witnessing what God was doing.
Paris, this isn't the end of your story.
France, Jesus is still calling.
And, the best part of this story is that the God got his Glory!
These clothes, this brand, these encounters, will never be mine.
It will always be his!
So wherever He calls, wherever he sends us next, we'll be ready to say yes.
Until the next divine appointment…
Stay faithful, stay bold, and keep your eyes fixed on Jesus.
XOXO,
The Good News Report
