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 About Dr. Charis Rooks

 Hi, I’m Dr. Charis Rooks, though most people just call me Doc.

If we were sitting across from each other, maybe with a cup of coffee or tea in hand and time to really talk, I wouldn’t start with a list of credentials. I’d share my heart, because it’s from that place my calling was born.

I’m passionate about helping both current and aspiring writers—those already writing and those just beginning to whisper, “maybe I can”—to find their voice, own their story, and say yes to the sacred call of advancing God’s Kingdom through the written word.

But I didn’t come to this mission by way of ease. I arrived here through a storm.

In a single year, I faced more heartbreak than I thought possible. The most crushing of all, I felt at the time, was the sudden, unexpected loss of my mother. That grief brought me to my knees. Everything in me wanted to retreat, to shut down, to hide from the call God had placed on my life. Writing felt like a distant memory—something for a braver, more whole version of me.

If I’m honest, had God shown me everything that 2023 would take from me before I launched Inspired Grace Ministries, Melted Hearts, Sapience Atelier, and returned to writing, I would have said no. I probably would have pleaded with Him to take it all back, just to have my life as it was before the breaking began.

It was at that point I remember whispering to God through tears, Why won’t You let me breathe? In that place, I made a vow: I will never write again. I was weary. Not just tired, but soul tired. All I wanted was to survive. To find a solid place to stand before life knocked me down again.

But even in the silence, even when I turned away from the page, I kept hearing one word echo deep within me.

“Write.”

And eventually, with trembling hands and a tender heart, I did.

But what I couldn’t see then was that the breaking was also a birthing. In the midst of loss, God was laying the foundation for something greater. And though I would never have chosen that path, I now see how He was writing a deeper story through me—one of resilience, purpose, and the kind of faith that can only be forged in the fire.

Then came 2025. The year I lost my husband unexpectedly.

By 2025, I truly believed I had lost everything—my mother, my home, my business, my mental and physical health, my finances, and precious relationships that had to be placed on hold as I slowly unraveled. I was drowning in wave after wave of anxiety, fear, rejection, and uncertainty.

And just when I thought I was finally getting back on my feet, another wave crashed in—and this time, it took the love of my life.

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In 2025, just one year, nine months, and eighteen days after losing my mother, I faced another heartbreaking loss: my best friend, my partner in purpose, my soulmate, passed away unexpectedly. He was the one who held me through my mother’s death. The one God had sent to love me deeply, cover me spiritually, and remind me who I was when I could barely recognize myself. He prayed for me. He stood by me. He believed in the call on my life, even when I couldn’t.

It was then that I realized the pain wasn’t over—and neither was God’s call on my life to write. I had no idea I would come to need my pen more than ever before. My world changed forever in that moment.

Losing my husband, Kent, felt like losing a part of my soul. A piece of me went with him, and I had to trust that somehow, God would carry what was left.

After relocating across the country, out of obedience to God, losing everything, and experiencing what it truly means to be refined by fire, God began to reshape my life in ways I never expected. It was painful—no, it is excruciating-but even in the midst of that pain, something beautiful was born. That fire ignited my deepest desire: to pour into others through the written word.

Now, I’m on a never-ending journey to create resources that identify, activate, educate, motivate, testify, and support current and aspiring writers across all literary genres and backgrounds. I’ve made it my personal mission to ignite the hearts of Kingdom writers who are battling life’s storms—those who feel stuck, silenced, or unsure—and empower them to build God’s Kingdom through their testimony and their divine call to write.

Consider me a mentor and guide—here to help you start, restart, or reimagine your writing journey. Especially if life’s challenges or your own insecurities have tried to steal your voice, I’m here to remind you: your story still matters. And your pen still has purpose. 

On a more personal note, my heart comes alive in the little things that bring peace and joy. I love reading and spending quiet time writing the Bible by hand—an act of devotion that keeps me grounded in God’s Word. Teaching graduate business, mentoring Phd divinity students, and playing the flute bring me joy, while traveling, soul kickboxing, and water aerobics help me recharge. Above all, I treasure every moment with my two wonderful daughters and my sweet grandson. And our family wouldn’t be complete without our two fur babies, Cashew and Marshmellow—whose lovable antics and wild energy keep us laughing (and on our toes!) every single day.

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“WHAT A HONOR AND PRIVILEGE IT IS TO BE THE PEN IN THE HAND OF OUR CREATOR.”