There was a time when I believed strength meant standing tall on my own , carrying every burden, solving every problem, and never showing weakness. But what I thought was strength was really blindness. I was walking through life without the Light, trying to fill the silence with noise, and searching for peace in all the wrong places.
Yet even in those years of confusion, God was there , patient, merciful, and watching over me when I didn’t even know His name, in Truth. He allowed the storms to come, not to destroy me, but to guide me through them and toward surrender, while I was using my God-given Free Will. Looking back now, I see how every waiting season, every heartbreak, every unanswered prayer was preparing my heart to meet Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
This testimony is not about me. It’s about what the Lord has done for me, how His grace reached into the darkest corners of my heart and brought me into His light. My journey is one of unlearning pride, breaking free from deception, and discovering that true life begins only when you lay your life down at the foot of the cross.
I pray you don’t see just another story. I pray you see a reflection of God’s mercy , proof that no heart is too far gone, no wound too deep, and no past too broken for Him to restore, and grant you a new Heart and new Life in Him.
My path is still unfolding, and every day I learn to walk a little closer, listen a little deeper, and trust a little more. The same voice that called me out of the fog now leads me step by step in peace. May these words point your heart to Him , the One who was, who is, and will always be faithful.
All glory to the Lamb who was slain for our sins.
— Honor the Lamb Ministry
The following testimony will be just for the last 10years of my life, and it will be a condensed version my journey to Christ within those years. Constant striving, moving countries, starting over, and trying to build a life from nothing, was the path that I took.
For years, I believed I was searching for truth, but in reality, I was going in circles. On the outside, I appeared ambitious and resilient. Inside, I was drained. Burnouts, cycles of guilt and shame, loneliness masked behind smiles, and the relentless pressure to be “enough” for the world, were part of my daily life. It was never enough.
I was reading all kinds of books on different philosophies and religions, listening to gurus’ teachings that promised enlightenment but always kept the answers out of reach. It felt like an endless game with levels I could never beat. Knowledge was behind a paywall or tied to an ”enlightened teacher” who always had “the next step.” Every promise left me feeling empty. Prophet Isaiah’s God inspired words describe it perfectly: I was spending my energy on what did not satisfy, and what could never fill my heart with Joy.
“Why do you spend money for what is not bread,
And your wages for what does not satisfy?
Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good,
And let your soul delight itself in abundance.
Incline your ear, and come to Me.
Hear, and your soul shall live;
And I will make an everlasting covenant with you.”
(Isaiah 55:2–3)
To cope with the noise in my mind, I turned to weed, entertainment, philosophies, and counterfeit spiritualities that gave temporary relief but stole pieces of the person God created me to be. The thoughts going through my mind were shallow, and the crashes deeper every time something didn’t work out. I felt like I was grasping at shadows, and I truly was. Music, fiction, and even spiritual-sounding teachings became distractions that numbed me rather than healed me, draining me to a braking point, just to be picked up by a false light, so I will go through the same cycle again.
Relationships were strained, too. I gave everything I had to others, but it was never enough. I carried guilt when I couldn’t help, and shame even when I tried my best. I constantly feared judgment, so I adjusted my words depending on who was in front of me, keeping the truth of my pain inside, hiding it from the world. Meanwhile, that was exactly what I needed to do, speak the Truth, heal, be honest towards my heart and the pain I was carrying, and truly help someone, just as I wanted. But I didn’t know the Truth at the time because the enemy worked hard so to keep it from me.
It made me feel kind, but that was the biggest lie, because it was a temporary fix, and not giving people the Word. I craved connection, yet I seldom voiced my opinions, hiding behind masks so people would accept me. Overconfident on the outside and empty on the inside, I was like a fish trying to swim on dry land, catching drops of water when it rained, to survive another day, hoping I would find the way to Life.
Spiritually, the attacks were relentless. Dreams became battlegrounds. I expected them almost each night: colorful tunnels, out-of-body feelings, sleep paralysis, vivid encounters without discernment and the lure of “knowledge” without foundation. Phrases like “third eye opening,” “Christ consciousness,” and “chakra balancing” seemed spiritual, but they were twisting the truth and opening portals to the enemy. I saw serpents in the night, waves drowning me, shadows mocking me. Looking back, I know these were not spiritual blessings or clairvoyance, but attacks meant to wear me down and keep me blind. These experiences were part of the spiritual warfare I faced before surrendering to Christ.
And yet, God never abandoned me.
“God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.”
(Psalm 46:1)
Even when I didn’t recognize Him, His hand was guiding me. Some opportunities seemed like “the solution,” but He gently closed those doors. There were bad crowds I never fell into, habits I never adopted, and lines I never crossed, and not because of my strength. I was tempted so many times and didn’t know how I remained unaffected, but now I realize it was because God was watching over me every step of the way.
The truth is, I thought I knew Jesus because I was born into Christianity, but to know about Him and knowing Him personally are two very different things. For years, I chased false peace, thinking I’d finally arrive if I could learn more, try harder, or silence my thoughts with the right distraction.
All the world could offer me was fragile, fleeting relief. Christ offers lasting peace and the promise of one day hugging Him. I didn’t see it then, but He was calling me through every sleepless night, every restless dream, and every tear. My heart searched for Him even before I dared to admit it, but I was treating God as a fail-safe, thinking I could remember who I once was, but then I went too deep.
He does not ask you to climb endless levels, pay for secrets, or prove your worth. He calls you to come as you are, repent, and trust Him. His yoke is easy; His burden is light. He came into this world and paid the price for us all, offering the gift of Eternal Life, only if we trust in Him, repent, and give Him our hearts.
Now I pray to my Lord Jesus Christ, and I confess that for so long I searched for peace in things that could never satisfy.
I thank You, Lord, for protecting me even when I was blind, closing doors that could have led me deeper into darkness, and for patiently waiting as I searched. Teach me to find my peace in You alone, grant me discernment to recognize the lies of the enemy, and to rest in Your unchanging love.
Amen.
I will always remember the first time I saw Jesus so clearly that words can hardly express it. It wasn’t in a church or while reading Scripture; at that time, I wasn’t reading God’s Word, and I was passing by the temple of God daily, not looking in the mirror.
“Do you not know that you are the temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you?”
(1 Corinthians 3:16–17)
He was standing there, still and steady, magnificent and calm, looking me straight in the eyes with Fatherly Love. He was dressed in red and gold, with a Crown on His Head. His presence radiated in a way I can never forget or explain with words. At first, I felt as if my heart had stopped. Since I was eager in my life to find the answer and to find God or a higher meaning, my immediate reaction was disappointment in myself because deep down I always knew it was Jesus, but never accepted Him truly, and let the Enemy use me, so the weight of a lifetime of disappointing people seemed to crash down on me in that instant.
But then, something happened. His gaze didn’t condemn. His silence wasn’t rejection. Instead, I felt a wave of endless love and calmness, the kind that no philosophy, ritual, or human wisdom had ever given me, and I finally knew the answer to everything.
I was used to people turning their backs on me, hiding my pain behind masks, used to the shame that came with failing others expectations, and not because of me. I gave it all, but because of the high expectations of people. I didn’t give any conditions, I just gave, but it was never enough.
But here was Jesus, not flinching, not recoiling, not condemning. He stood before me as if to say, “I see you, and I love you; you are my child.”
When the meditation ended, the leader asked what I had dreaded:
“Who did you see?”
I was not ready to surrender. I wasn’t bold enough to confess the truth. I told a half-truth, and that’s a lie. I said I saw Jesus, Buddha, and their personal guru. In that religion, a “version” of Jesus is twisted, and I was aware of that in a way, but it is not the Jesus of the Bible — rather, it’s a false Christ into their own system of beliefs.
“And no wonder! For Satan himself transforms himself into an angel of light.”
(2 Corinthians 11:14)
That’s what I had been pursuing all along, false lights, counterfeit peace, endless cycles of striving for knowledge that never brought rest. In the midst of all that, Jesus revealed to me that He alone is the truth.
“I am the way, the truth, and the life.
No one comes to the Father except through Me.”
(John 14:6)
In that meditation session, surrounded by false promises, I encountered the One who doesn’t offer endless steps to climb or secret knowledge to unlock. He offers Himself, freely, completely, truth without compromise.
“Behold, I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears My voice and opens the door,
I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.”
(Revelation 3:20)
That first encounter wasn’t the beginning of my salvation journey; that would come later, when He gave me a new heart and I surrendered fully. But it was a turning point. It was the moment the lies of false spirituality began to crack. It was the moment Jesus made Himself known, so that I could never again say, “I didn’t know,”, and make excuses because He knows me better than I know myself.
Looking back, I realized that sometimes Jesus meets us in the places we should not be , not to affirm them, but to call us out of them. He plants seeds even when we are not ready. And when He knocks on the door of our hearts, and we should just let Him in.
Praise the Lord Jesus Christ.
During one of the darkest periods of my life, my inner world felt like hell. Fear, anxiety, and despair swirled together until my thoughts became a whirlpool I couldn’t escape. I was usually the calm one, the person others relied on, but during those days, I found myself raising my voice over nothing, scrambling to catch runaway thoughts and calm my heart pounding with dread. It wasn’t just mental; it felt physical, like something outside me pressed down with invisible weight, like an unseen python crushing me.
One afternoon, the pressure became almost unbearable. I stood in the bathroom, and it seemed like gravity had doubled, pulling me towards the floor. Panic surged. In my mind’s eye, I saw myself plummeting down a black and white spiral into a free-fall without a safety net. I felt utterly alone and lost, convinced I might collapse under the strain.
And then, a voice broke through.
It wasn’t merely sound; it was presence.
Clear and unmistakable, I heard:
“What are you doing…?”
Hearing my name, it startled me to my core. At first, I trembled with the thought that I had disappointed Him because I had already seen Him in the first encounter. I was used to feeling that way with most people in my life, but this was God.
In the next moment, a surge of peace so pure it’s hard to describe swept over me. The voice had both authority and gentleness, the steady strength of a Father and the tender care of a Shepherd, he came to put me on my feet, cause I was ”laying down” on my back and that’s life threatening for God’s Sheep.
I knew without seeing Him that it was Jesus.
Immediately, the panic and heaviness that had crushed me went away. I was shaken, but more than that, I was relieved and loved. For years, I had been trying to soften my words so others wouldn’t feel hurt, often burying my true opinions. I didn’t practice tough love; I was all-accepting, something that no human can do. Now the Lord Himself had spoken with Love and clarity I didn’t know existed. His words held zero manipulation, only holy authority.
In the days that followed, the impact of that moment became clearer. Though I wasn’t yet fully surrendered, something shifted deep inside. The frequency of my sins began to diminish, and a quiet conviction, still unfamiliar to me in the true sense, started guiding my steps. I began re-examining my habits, realizing that my belief in self-sufficiency was an illusion. I couldn’t carry life’s weight alone; only God could sustain me.
At first, I wondered if it had been my imagination. But I compared it to past supernatural experiences like in dreams, false spiritual highs, moments when unclean spirits had toyed with my mind, and the difference was absolute. Those past encounters were chaotic and manipulative.
This was Holy. The Good Shepherd had called me by name.
“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.”
(John 10:27)
That was a turning point, one of the first times I began to walk toward surrender, even before I fully understood it. Jesus was pulling me out of the pit of darkness, and bringing me into the Light, giving me Hope in this dark and fallen world.
Let your conduct be without covetousness; be content with such things as you have.
For He Himself has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”
(Hebrews 13:5)
Since that day, my life has taken on a new meaning. Whenever old fears attempted to resurface, I clung to His gentleness, His Love, and His Peace that I had felt.
“Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you;
not as the world gives do I give to you.
Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
(John 14:27)
This peace is not the fragile calm of a quiet room; it is the unshakable peace of Christ, which the world cannot take away. In the midst of the noise of the world, I just breathe in and out, call on God’s name and find my peace. This encounter became a cornerstone of my faith journey.
It showed me that Jesus is not a distant idea or a set of doctrines but a living Savior who speaks, rescues, and restores. His gentle question was an invitation to turn from self-reliance to the abundant love and life He offers, the answer to all my life’s searching condensed into one question.
Even now, when I recall that voice, I am reminded that I am known and loved by name.
The storms may rage, but the One who calmed my heart that day continues to guide my every step.
Thank you, my Lord and Savior.
Amen.
It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. I had worked a half day, finishing somewhere after noon, as usual. After lunch with my wife and young daughter, I felt an unusual urge: to take a nap.
That alone was noteworthy. I rarely, if ever, sleep during the day; I prefer to use every hour I’m awake. But that day felt different. I wasn’t tired, just… drawn. So I told my family I’d lie down for a quick rest.
As soon as I stretched out, I was gone. No tossing or turning. No awareness of sounds or light. Just instant, peaceful sleep.
What happened next is without equal.
In my sleep, I felt an unexplainable warmth on my chest, like gentle sunlight magnified endlessly. Imagine lying on a wooden floor as soft rays stream through the trees, warming you with a delicate touch. That image is not even a drop in the ocean compared to what I felt. It was warmth that embraced the soul, not just the skin.
Time seemed to stop. There were no dreams, no visions, only presence, calm, warmth, love. A love and calmness I had never known filled me, deeper than words could describe, lifting my soul from the grave of the world.
When I opened my eyes, it felt as though I was born again.
The air smelled fresh and pure. Colors appeared vibrant. Sounds; from distant birds to the soft hum of our home, were clearer and sweeter. The heavy thoughts I usually carried were gone; there was no burden, only peace.
I immediately hugged my wife and daughter, telling them how much I loved them. It felt as if love itself had been poured into my heart. I knew something sacred had happened, something I had longed for my whole life, without realizing it, that it might happen this way.
I thought my heart was pure, but then I realized the difference between worldly thoughts and Godly things of the Heart.
“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you;
I will take the heart of stone out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.”
(Ezekiel 36:26)
In the days that followed, I sensed a lasting shift. Old fears, anxious habits, and unhealthy media patterns began to fade. The frantic pace that once drove me, learning endlessly, chasing answers, exhausting myself, lost its grip.
For the first time in my adult life, I moved through life without panic of the world or endless pressure.
I felt light. Whole. Free.
Soon, I ordered my first personal Bible. Strangely, when it arrived, I didn’t open it for nearly two weeks, while in the meantime, I was reading passages from an online Bible. Something within me wanted to approach it reverently, and not as any previous book that I encountered. The first person that I spoke about all that happened was my wife, my gift from God.
Many times, in the past, I had introduced new ideas and “paths,” only to abandon them. I didn’t want this holy encounter to be treated the same way.
When I finally shared what had happened, she listened and believed me. Her gentle and quiet support, yet stable and profound, has always been one of God’s greatest gifts to me, proof of His providence long before I knew Him.
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation;
old things have passed away;
behold, all things have become new.”
(2 Corinthians 5:17)
This wasn’t a fleeting burst of excitement that faded. It was a new life, Christ Himself living within me.
I realized that the narrow path Jesus mentions isn’t lonely; it’s filled with His fellowship. I wasn’t guessing anymore. I found the real Christ, or should I say, He saved me, and gave me a new life in Him.
A Clean Heart and Steadfast Spirit.
King David’s ancient prayer now feels personal and alive:
“Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And renew a steadfast spirit within me.”
(Psalm 51:10)
That afternoon nap was no accident.
It was the Lord Himself giving me a clean heart, His heart, and anchoring my spirit in His steadfast love.
In the beginning , I marveled at the simplicity of that moment.
There were no thunderclaps or visions, no striving on my part, just an unexpected nap and the touch of God. But now as I read the Scriptures, I realize that Jesus Entered Jerusalem on a donkey, right before he gave in his Earthly nature, to give us the greatest love and offer us Salvation.
Now I live in a way that was intended to live Life.
GOD first.
This is the new heart the prophets were inspired to write about and Jesus provides. A heart that beats with His peace, courage, and love.
Lord Jesus, thank You for the day You gave me a new heart.
Thank You for replacing my anxiety and striving with Your peace. Keep me steadfast in Your Word and faithful to love my family and neighbor. May every breath testify that I belong to You Lord.
Amen.
After my encounter with Jesus and receiving a new heart, the first thing I noticed was a deep, liberating stillness. The heavy weight I had carried for years , guilt, shame, fear, the endless drive to fix myself, was fading away, until it was gone.
At first, I simply rested in that gift. I spent long hours reading Scripture and discovering, with joy and a wonderful surprise, that the choices I had made in the past were not random accidents, especially when I was at my darkest and lowest. They bore the imprint of God’s guidance all along. My free will was making bad choices, but still he was guiding me through the valley, down the the pasture.
I thought for a time that my quiet study would be the whole story, but the Lord had a larger plan.
As I mentioned, the first person I told was my wife. She listened with the same unconditional love and steadiness she has shown through every season of our life together. Her acceptance gave me the courage to go further. Soon, I began sharing with close friends, but these early attempts were awkward.
Having only recently set aside years of reading in other religions and philosophies, I still carried the habit of comparing belief systems. Conversations tangled quickly, my thoughts outrunning my words. Some friends claimed the name of Christ but defended other paths that I now see as counterfeit and straight from the enemy, as written in the Scripture.
Their counterarguments and my own nervousness left me humbled. Yet even in that stumbling start, the Holy Spirit was guiding me.
Over the coming months, the pattern continued. Some people I once called family fell silent, not returning calls or messages. A few openly told me to stop speaking about Jesus because they already “knew Him”, but also those same ones repented and gave a chance to the seed to grow, Glory to God.
In the past, such rejection might have crushed me internally, but this time it did not. I had already found the One who never leaves, the true Divine, the one that gave us all the Word and guidance, the one that I can always rely on. The Lord was redirecting my steps, clarifying my priorities, and teaching me to love even those who turned away, in a way that I never truly believed it was possible.
One conversation remains vivid. I shared my testimony with a long-time friend while others listened nearby. When I described how Christ had rescued me and unmasked the enemy’s lies, my friend bristled and said, “Stop talking about those things.” Everyone remained silent, and that spoke volumes.
Maybe they thought I was boasting or acting superior, but that was never my intention. Most of my encounters were based on people’s interest; they only knew a small part of me. Now I’m glad that slowly he turns to Christ and sees the Truth.
For years, I had bent myself to meet others’ expectations; now I could no longer do so. God was freeing me from people-pleasing so I could speak His truth.
Now I see and accept society’s big problem: people hear what they want to hear because they are misguided by the evil one, even when they think that they’re doing the right things or the kind thing, and that’s why we need to pray for everyone. The difference is relying on our own mind, words and flesh; or relying on the Heart, and the heart only belongs to the Good Shepherd.
The Lord also opened doors in unexpected places where I could share the Gospel. I continued to attend social gatherings outside of my now comfort zone, rarely, and I would now pray before entering, asking for His guidance.
I rarely drank before; now I always have only water with me. I never touched weed again. Instead, I found myself sharing Scripture naturally with strangers and acquaintances. Some listened with joy; others resisted. Some claimed Christianity, but were clearly entangled in the enemy’s schemes, but my path is not to convince anyone, but to carry the seed and give it freely.
That prayer became my own.
God also used my daily work, an urgent, service-oriented business, to bring people across my path who were ready for encouragement or prayer. Sometimes I quoted Scripture directly; other times, I simply slipped biblical truths into ordinary conversation.
I often shared my testimony more through writing than speech, letting God’s Word do the deepest work. I came to see that my role was to sow the seed, and only the Lord could make it grow.
Over time, the timidity that once held me back gave way to courage and discernment. I no longer tried to accommodate every opinion. Silence when truth is needed is a form of falsehood, and lies are the enemy’s native language since the Garden.
Now, when I share the Gospel, joy and freedom overflow. I do not measure success by someone’s immediate response. Only God knows the heart, as he knew mine, so I cannot judge, because that way I would be judging myself. My task is to be faithful, trusting Him with the outcome.
In just a short period, I have gladly shared the Gospel with family, friends, customers, and strangers. Some conversations were brief, others deep, all were moments of grace, that only God can provide.
I pray for everyone I encounter, new people or old friends, including those who have distanced themselves. Whether or not they ever speak to me again, I desire that they hear and recognize the Shepherd’s voice.
I marvel at what God has done. He turned my fear of rejection into bold witness, my scattered thoughts into a testimony of His mercy. Each day I pray for new opportunities and for the Holy Spirit’s guidance. The seed is His Word, and He will water it in His perfect time.
Through every encounter, I remember that salvation belongs to you Lord.
I am simply your willing servant, carrying the seed of the Gospel.
My joy is to watch you work.
Amen.
“Being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 1:6 NKJV)
A new life had begun, life with God truly blessing me each day, with my eyes fixed on Jesus, through the guidance of the Holy Spirit. The first weeks after my heart was made new were quiet and astonishing. Inside, where a constant storm once raged, I felt a deep calm that is not explainable with Earthly words. Outwardly, I had always seemed reserved, but now my silence held peace instead of tension. I found myself speaking more openly about my faith, no longer hiding the name of Jesus but honoring Him as my Savior.
Many habits broke almost overnight. I had relied on smoking to steady my thoughts, but from one day to the next, I stopped. Only once, two weeks later, did I try again. Two small pulls made me feel sick; I put it out and never touched it again.
This was no moral achievement of my own, but the quiet power of Christ cutting chains I could never break, in my own strength.
Not knowing how Jesus taught us to pray at first, I simply talked with God. That simplicity remains, but now I also pray the Lord’s Prayer (Matthew 6:9-15) morning, throughout the day, happy and sad days, and anytime when I feel an enemy attack on my thoughts, especially before sleep and I’m tired from the day physically and mentally.
Nighttime prayer transformed me: where once my mind raced and burned, now peace settles in. I read or listen to Scripture daily, sometimes with headphones while working, sometimes in a quiet study, so the Word shapes each morning, day and evening.
My love for my wife and child has always been deep, yet Christ deepened it further.
Now, I share the Word with my family, watching in awe as God’s Spirit slowly but surely works through the Word to draw hearts closer to Himself. We are now together, thanking God for our family.
We teach our child about Jesus in everyday language: that He guards us, loves us, and deserves our thanks each day. These simple conversations—bedtime prayers, gentle answers to questions—are sacred moments where seeds of faith take root.
“Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old, he will not depart from it.”
— Proverbs 22:6 NKJV
God opened doors to online Christian apologetics and faithful teachers of the Bible. I began re-examining everything I’d studied and read ”for fun” – Eastern mysticism, New Thought ideas, even secular philosophies, and could now see clearly how those paths twist pieces of truth.
Daily Scripture and good teaching strengthened me to “contend for the faith” (Jude 1:3) and answer questions with gentleness and respect.
(1 Peter 3:15)
15 But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts, and always be ready to give a defense to everyone who asks you a reason for the hope that is in you, with meekness and fear;
The enemy did not retreat quietly.
In that first month, I felt old temptations tug at my mind, just one stray thought can build a whole chain of lies. But I knew where those whispers came from, and prayer stopped them cold. Jesus’ victory became my shield. Now I had clarity through God’s Word what I was encountering every step of the way.
“Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth. For you died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.”
(Colossians 3:2-3 NKJV)
Living the Ongoing Miracle
Work, friendships, and every daily task now flow from a different center.
I no longer measure success by how many people I can help or please, with guilt in my heart no matter what I do, but by faithfulness to God’s calling. My heart, once an open playground for anyone’s expectations, now belongs wholly to Christ The Lord.
I keep growing: listening, learning, and marveling that He began this good work and will surely complete it
“Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus“
(Philippians 1:6)
Each sunrise is another chance to call on and walk in step with the Holy Spirit, to pray for my family and neighbors, and to see God’s quiet miracles unfold.
Daily, I pray.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, Have mercy on me, A Sinner.
Keep me rooted in Your Word and steadfast in daily prayer. Bless my Family and everyone on this planet, as you work in all of our hearts. Guard our homes from every distraction from the enemy, and give us courage to lead in love. Help us all plant seeds of faith that grow into a harvest for Your glory.
Amen.
“Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits, whether they are of God; because many false prophets have gone out into the world.”
(1 John 4:1)
Before truly knowing Jesus, I had many spiritual experiences that felt real and powerful. Sometimes I saw things before they happened. Other times, I dreamed of visiting faraway places and woke up with the sense that I had actually been there. At times, I could sense when something bad was about to happen, almost like a warning siren in my chest.
To me, these were signs that I was strong and could hold my own fortress against whatever forces tried to come against me. But in reality, the same spirits that were giving me these lies were also filling me with fear and breaking me from the inside.
In truth, that fortress wasn’t mine to hold. I was being manipulated by principalities and powers that aimed to prevent me from using my free will to choose the Creator of all things.
“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.”
(Ephesians 6:12)
My moral compass was present, but it was hazy and distorted by deception. I was blinded, thinking I could handle things myself, believing my strength was enough, when in reality, I was relying on a far too limited source, myself. Sometimes I even convinced myself that God wanted me to live this way, though I never fully turned to Christ. To make sense of it all, I would replace His name with vague terms like “the Universe,” unknowingly falling deeper into the enemy’s lies.
A Gift That Changed My Heart
There wasn’t a sudden moment when the veil was fully lifted. Deep in my heart, I always sensed something was wrong with these “signs.” But I didn’t realize I couldn’t face this battle alone, and I didn’t want to accept the signs as danger.
My beautiful wife was a constant support, and I cherish her for that; she’s a gift from God. But ultimately, only the Lord Himself could save me. When my child was born, something shifted. My heart started to soften further, to take on different priorities, and I understood that I could not go on in the same way if I truly wanted to love my family as they deserved. God used the gift of fatherhood as the starting point to show me that I needed a radical change.
“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
(Matthew 11:28)
That verse anchored me in this season. I was weary, burdened, and entangled in false experiences. Jesus was inviting me to lay it all down, and trust Him fully with my whole heart, mind, soul and everything that He created me to be, all for His Glory.
“Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.”
(Ephesians 6:13)
It reminded me that I wasn’t just fighting thoughts or emotions, I was wrestling against spiritual hosts of wickedness. Through daily prayer and Scripture, my eyes opened to clarity. No matter what comes now, I trust in God’s plan.
Even after my encounters with Christ, I still struggled to let go of certain influences. The enemy doesn’t stop attacking once you start to walk on the Path that Christ laid down, in fact, the evil one often tries even harder. He whispers lies through others, shallow comments, temptations disguised as harmless fun, or subtle nudges to compromise.
In the past, I would have fallen. But now, with the Holy Spirit guiding me, I’ve begun to recognize these deceptions. With Christ, I no longer stand alone.
A Word of Caution and Hope
For anyone seeking spiritual experiences outside of Christ, I understand how real and convincing they can seem. But the truth is this: without Jesus, you are vulnerable to manipulation by the enemy. He doesn’t care if you feel strong or enlightened, as long as your eyes remain away from the One true Triune God,
The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit.
The ultimate concern is the soul, where it goes after death, not the illusion played out in between.
Pray with me:
Heavenly Father, thank You for opening my eyes to see that not every spirit is from You. Thank You for rescuing me from the fog of deception and planting my feet firmly on Christ, the solid Rock. Thank you for your transformative heart and the breath of flesh air daily, as I walk in your Word. Thank you for the warmth in my heart, as I walk through this cold world.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
“Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself.“ (Philippians 2:3)
From the earliest days of my life, I wrestled with timing. I have always been ambitious, full of plans, ideas, and dreams I believed would eventually bear fruit. My drive gave me success in many ways. I became known as the one who could always find a way forward, the problem-solver who helped others, often at the cost of my own peace, yet still I was doing it all from my heart.
With every victory came a quiet exhaustion. I gave more than I thought possible, my time, my strength, my emotions, even my tears, often only seen by my other half. Behind the face of strength, I was crumbling inside.
Disappointments piled high, my faith in people faded, and emptiness took root.
There came a point when I realized I didn’t have to carry the world’s weight. I had spent so long believing that if I didn’t do everything, something terrible would happen, as though God’s plan depended on me. But that was pride in disguise.
One day, I was reflecting on Peter sinking when he took his eyes off Jesus, but then he cried out ”Lord, Save me” and Jesus reached out His hand to pull him out of the darkness. I saw myself clearly. My sinking lasted a very long time, so let that be a lesson, for anyone reading, the enemy is very patient, he will feed you many half-truths, just to slip in the smallest lie that would make anyone fail.
30 But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, “Lord, save me!”31 And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?”
My strenght was not sufficient.
I was sinking under my own strength, and only Jesus could lift me.
Then came the deeper lesson. I had tried forming meaningful connections and helping everyone I could, but time and again, it led to pain. I gave my all, adjusted myself for others, yet still felt misunderstood or left behind.
I didn’t realize it then, but God’s plan was already in motion. He was protecting me from paths I wasn’t meant to walk, from people who weren’t meant to walk with me.
At the time, all I could see was rejection and confusion. Now I see His mercy, that every closed door was His hand guiding me toward stillness.
I thought I understood patience, humility, and faith, but I was still trying to steer my life in the dark, wearing a blindfold.
Everything changed the day Jesus gave me a new heart.
I wasn’t praying out loud, I wasn’t asking for a miracle, yet I felt a warmth in my chest so deep and real that I knew, without doubt, it was Him.
In that moment, I surrendered and gave Him my heart.
Since then, I’ve learned to let go of control. I’ve seen how God closes doors not to punish, but to protect. How He delays not to deny, but to prepare. I’ve learned to love the quiet of waiting, because that’s where He often whispers the loudest.
“Be still, and know that I am God.”
(Psalm 46:10)
Through stillness, I found peace. In surrender, I found freedom.
Now, I trust His timing more than my own plans. I lean on His guidance more than my understanding. The pain and waiting were never wasted, they were the very tools He used to shape me, humble me, and draw me closer to Him.
If you are struggling to trust God’s timing, take heart. We fill our minds with endless pursuits; books, goals, ambitions, but without Christ, even our best plans lead to restlessness, no matter the material worldly gains.
Peace only comes with Jesus.
He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life.
“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”
— Romans 8:28 (NKJV)
Now, I thank my Lord morning and evening, day and night, for teaching me that I was never meant to carry the weight of the world. He goes before me, He fights for me, and He holds every moment in His hands. He gives me every breath, He guides me on the narrow path. He saves his children, as the shepherd goes into the dark valley of no hope, for the one lost sheep.
Amen.
Before I truly surrendered to Jesus, my family was always my greatest earthly treasure. I wanted to take care of them well, but my idea of love was shaped by the world; by ambition, performance, and the constant pressure to have every answer. In my mind, I thought leading meant carrying everything alone, even though that was not the case, proving strength through silence, and never showing weakness. I called it responsibility, but in truth, it was pride disguised as care, no matter how much I truly cared.
The world taught me that success meant endless striving, to keep pushing, keep achieving, and never rest. But in that chase, I lost sight of what mattered most. I was present in body but often absent in spirit. My wife and child gave me their love freely, yet I struggled to receive it fully because I was weighed down by guilt, pride, self-reliance, and the noise of always trying to “do enough”, even when it was not asked of me.
“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her”
(Ephesians 5:25)
Looking back, I see how patient my wife was, how her quiet support and unwavering love reflected God’s grace long before I recognized it. She loved me through my striving, through my tiredness, through my mistakes. She reminded me that family isn’t built on performance, but on presence.
When Jesus began to transform my heart, He showed me what real leadership looks like, not dominance or pressure, but humility, prayer, and trust in His guidance. I began to see my family not as a responsibility to carry, but as a sacred gift to cherish and serve through His strength, not my own.
Now, every moment with them feels like grace, a reflection of the Father’s love, given freely, teaching me daily that true strength is not in striving, but in surrender in His Word, His Love, His Light.
God’s Work.
Everything began to change when the Holy Spirit opened my eyes to the divine order of life: God first, then my wife, then my child. I finally understood that I was never meant to carry everything on my own. My calling as a husband and father wasn’t about meeting the world’s definition of a “provider,” but about becoming a servant leader guided by Christ.
Prayer became the anchor of my new life, no longer a last resort, but the first response. Through prayer, I found forgiveness for my past failures and the strength to lay down the burdens I had carried for years. I began praying daily over my family and our home. In time, I began to see God’s hand at work, moments of peace, healing, and protection that could only be described as His miracles.
This transformation wasn’t instant. For some time, in the last few years, I had sensed something wasn’t right in my spiritual walk, but I resisted the signs, believing I could fight my battles alone. I was wrong. My beautiful wife remained steadfast; her patience and support were reflections of God’s grace. I cherish her deeply. I now know that only the Lord Himself could save me and reshape my heart.
When our child was born, everything within me shifted. Fatherhood became the turning point where God suitably softened my heart and redefined my priorities. I could no longer live for worldly ambition or empty striving. Through my family, God reminded me that love is not about carrying every burden, but about walking in faith, humility, and dependence on Him.
Like every family that seeks to follow Christ, we’ve faced spiritual battles, moments of fear, confusion, and tension that tried to pull us apart. But in each trial, prayer has been our strongest defense. When I call upon the name of Jesus, peace returns. The enemy has no ground when Christ stands at the center.
“Husbands, likewise, dwell with them with understanding, giving honor to the wife, as to the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life, that your prayers may not be hindered”
(1 Peter 3:7)
My wife, who has stood beside me since our youth, is one of God’s greatest blessings. She believed when my faith faltered, prayed when I could not, and never gave up on me, even in her own internal struggles. That truth reshaped how I see love and leadership. I now understand that honoring my wife is honoring God.
Every day, I strive to live out what Scripture teaches. Christ’s example reminds me that true leadership is not control but sacrifice, not pride but humility. I’m far from perfect, no husband or father is, but I now walk with the One who is. The transformation continues daily as I learn to lead with humility, love sacrificially, and nurture my family through prayer.
Our mission as a family is clear: to know Christ deeply, to glorify Him daily, and to walk the narrow path together. We want our home to be rooted in Scripture, covered in prayer, and centered on the Gospel. It’s not always easy, but with God’s Word leading us, it’s always worth it.
“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord”
(Joshua 24:15, NKJV)
Encouragement for Husbands and Fathers
Love your family as Christ loves the Church, with patience, humility, and strength. Let both husband and wife put Christ first, allowing the Holy Spirit to guide every step. True leadership begins not with control but with surrender. Surrender your hearts to the one above all, and let him lead the way through scripture, prayer, and dedication to obedience.
Father, thank You for the gift of family, thank You for reminding me daily of Your love and faithfulness. Forgive me for the times I tried to lead in my strength instead of Yours. Teach me to serve, love, and protect them through Your Word and Spirit. Let our home always glorify You.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.
I never even thought about conviction, at least not in the sense that Christ gives conviction. It wasn’t a word I used or a concept I truly understood, simply because it wasn’t part of my vocabulary, and I was too prideful to accept the Truth.
What I often felt was guilt, and that was pushing me away from God, the kind that quietly drains you from the inside out. I carried the weight of shame, not only for what I did wrong, but even for the good things I tried to do, but felt I had failed anyway.
I lived in a cycle, pouring myself out into the world, neglecting my soul and my family, then feeling guilty for even wanting rest, cause deep down I felt I could’ve done more. I would spiral into self-judgment, measuring myself against false standards, never realizing that the voice condemning me wasn’t God’s.
But once Christ came into my life, my whole world took a radical turn. He released me from that burden and made my heart and mind new.
The guilt and shame didn’t vanish overnight, but their grip began to loosen. That’s when I noticed something different happening when I had sinful thoughts or strayed. I didn’t drown in shame anymore. Instead, I felt a gentle but firm pull, a call to realign, repent, and draw near to God.
That was the Holy Spirit, doing exactly what Jesus promised.
“And when He has come, He will convict the world of sin, and of righteousness, and of judgment.”
(John 16:8)
I realized conviction is not a curse. It’s a gift, proof that God has not given up on me.
Conviction isn’t about tearing you down; it’s about leading you back on the narrow path. It’s God’s loving discipline, a narrow path that leads to Salvation & Eternal Life that only God can provide.
“For the Lord disciplines the one He loves, and chastises every son whom He receives.”
(Hebrews 12:6)
Now, I welcome God’s conviction. I don’t fear correction from the Lord, because it is always rooted in His love. Conviction brings clarity, peace, and the opportunity to walk in obedience. It teaches me to respond in love, to speak truth, and to humble myself without crumbling under shame.
What once crushed me now comforts me. His Love is True and Pure.
“There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.”
(Romans 8:1)
Conviction reminds me that I am His, that the Holy Spirit is at work within me, and that God is shaping me daily. What once felt like failure is now evidence of His presence. I’m grateful for the gift on family, the Bread on the table, the roof over our heads, the chance to pray in a warm home, the chance to be able to work daily and to be healthy.
There’s endless things that I can say I’m grateful about, but the most important thing is that I would be nowhere without His gentle nudge and care throughout the years of pride, sinful thoughts lust for the worldly knowledge , because I’m a sinner like any other, and if it was only me, I would fail completely a very long time ago, so I’m grateful for the gift of Life.
Conviction is not a curse; it is one of your greatest gifts, my God.
Thank you, Lord. Amen.
Spiritual Warfare & Freedom
After God began to realign my heart and show me the true meaning of love and leadership within my family, He also began exposing the areas where I was still spiritually blind. I had surrendered my will, but parts of my mind were still trapped in the world’s deception, the pull toward mystical “signs,” emotional highs, and hidden meanings that promised insight but only led to emptiness. God was about to teach me the difference between seeking Him and chasing illusions.
In the past, I was always searching for proof, something outside myself to confirm that I was on the right path. I looked for signs in numbers, in other people’s words, in dreams, even in false spiritual practices like “third eye activation.”
For a brief moment, they gave me a false sense of security. It felt like I had uncovered something meaningful until that feeling faded. When life began to fall apart, I realized I had no foundation. There was no rock beneath me, only sand that kept collapsing.
For years, I sensed something wasn’t right. The cycle kept repeating, chasing emotional highs, only to end up emptier each time. The “signs” never led to truth; they only distracted me from it, as I now see through the lens of God.
29 Jesus said to him, “Thomas, because you have seen Me, you have believed. Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”
(John 20:24)
These words remind me now that faith is not about chasing what can be seen but trusting the One who has already revealed Himself through love.
It all came crashing down the day I finally surrendered to Christ, that faithful afternoon when He gave me a new heart. In a single moment, everything became clear: I didn’t need signs or wonders; I needed Jesus.
Now I no longer chase signs. Even when something unusual appears, I test it, and most often I recognize it for what it is, a distraction from the enemy. No more false affirmations, no more guilt trips, no more trying to hold the world on my shoulders.
I have the Word of God. I have Prayer. That’s enough.
“For the Lord disciplines the one He loves, and chastises every son whom He receives.”
(Hebrews 12:6)
I remember the emotional highs I used to chase. One moment I felt like I was flying; the next I crashed like an anchor sinking into dark waters. Sometimes it wasn’t just emotions; it was substances too, like weed, which I excused as “my time” to relax. But every time, reality returned darker than before. Lust, pride, confusion, and other unclean spirits dragged me deeper.
But Jesus broke the cycle. Now I don’t need numbers, dreams, or “alignments” to know I’m on the right path. I no longer depend on what I see or feel; I depend on His truth.
“For we walk by faith, not by sight.“
(2 Corinthians 5:7)
When I look back at all the ups and downs, the storms, the confusion, and the spiritual battles, I now see that I was blessed even in those moments. It wasn’t my strength that carried me through but His. Only by God’s grace and power did I stand while fighting against darkness.
The turning point came when I finally accepted what I had known deep inside all along: Jesus was the truth I had been searching for. During a moment of quiet meditation, when my mind was still chasing false light, He revealed Himself to me. That moment became the mustard seed of faith, planted deep in my heart to uproot the thorns and stones that had hardened it.
31 “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and sowed in his field, 32 which indeed is the least of all the seeds; but when it is grown it is greater than the herbs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and nest in its branches.”
(Matthew 13:31-32)
From that tiny seed, everything began to change. What was once confusion started turning into clarity. The counterfeit peace I had sought through signs and feelings was replaced by real peace, the kind that comes only from Christ.
I don’t need emotional highs to feel alive. I don’t need false teachers to give me affirmation. I have the Cross. I have His promises. Chasing signs left me empty. Following Christ fills me with peace, even when the world shakes. I don’t need to seek wonders; I’ve already received the greatest wonder of all, the Path to Salvation through Jesus Christ. Now I do the work of God willingly and am filled by His Holy Spirit.
I hold on to the verse that defines the Gospel for me:
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
(John 3:16)
“Remember the former things, those of long ago; I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like Me.”
(Isaiah 46:9)
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was in the beginning with God. 3 All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. 4 In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. 5 And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.
(John 1:1–5)
Before I started reading the Word of God, my beliefs were like a patchwork, stitched together from different influences, philosophies, and spiritual teachings that sounded good but lacked the Holy truth, which basically sounds like Gnosticism.
Many of them twisted Scripture to glorify man instead of God. Movements like New Thought, Gnostic believes, Hindu variants, even borrowed verses and repackaged them for their own agenda. I thought I was gaining wisdom, but in reality, I was drifting farther from the One who is The Truth.
Deep down, I believed I would one day read the Bible fully. I didn’t know when or how that moment would come, and the enemy worked very hard to keep me away from God’s Word, because that would mean another sheep saved by the Good Shepherd. The enemy was pushing me to learn more and more, and stuffing my time and energy endlessly, so I wouldn’t dedicate myself to God’s Word.
But when Jesus saved me, my eyes opened. Suddenly, opening God’s Word wasn’t a personal ambition; it became my lifeline and a daily practice.
The first thing that struck me was how little I truly knew. I had read verses before, but never grasped their weight until I saw them in context, because I was picking and choosing what suited me and never thought that the story is not about me, it’s about the Lamb of God.
And yet, I discovered that many of the moral values instilled in me from childhood were rooted in Scripture. That was no accident; it was God planting seeds early in my life, and placing me in an environment where I would learn to rely on Him in the end, so I can spread the Gospel for his glory and people’s Salvation in Christ.
Even when I avoided certain destructive paths, I see now that it was the Lord gently steering me to fulfillment.
Your word is a lamp to my feet
And a light to my path.
Psalm 119:105
The Bible didn’t just inform me about God, it transformed how I see everything. It showed me God’s Journey to save us from our sins while fulfilling perfect mercy and justice through Christ. It reshaped how I make decisions, handle stress, face temptation, and love others. When I feel overwhelmed now, I don’t spiral inward, I cry out in prayer. When fleeting temptations come, I let them pass, recognizing them as lies.
God’s Word gives me the strength, patience, and perseverance to do that.
“For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.“
(Hebrews 4:12)
Out of all the passages I’ve read, nothing impacts me more than the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the cross. The Lamb of God carried the sin of the world, including mine. The pages of the bible are not just ancient text; they are alive and miraculous. Every season of my life, the same verse speaks differently, yet always points me back to Jesus. With new eyes and a new heart, the world’s illusions crumble, and my gaze fixes on Him alone. My understanding of pride has changed, too. I once thought I understood humility, but Scripture revealed how much ego I had hidden behind good intentions.
Even my views on war, money, mercy, justice, love, and sacrifice have shifted. I no longer lean on human reasoning, no matter how persuasive or popular. I pray for discernment, seeking God’s justice, mercy, and will.
To me, the Bible is far more than a book.
Christ Himself reaches into my daily life, gently placing His hand on my shoulder and reminding me:
“I am with you.”
On reading Scripture, my advice to anyone reading my testimony in Christ:
If you are unsure where to begin, I suggest it with a surrendered heart.
Read slowly. Pray before and after. Let the Holy Spirit be your guide.
You will not only see things in a new light, you will see them in His light, because there’s no light but His.
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind,
that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.”
(Romans 12:2)
I once misunderstood repentance.
I thought it meant feeling guilty and punishing myself emotionally for my failures, and even for the failures of others.
I thought it was humility, but it was actually shame caused by guilt, disguised as repentance, and it kept me in a cycle of spiritual darkness.
When Jesus reached out to me, I finally understood what repentance truly means. It’s not about beating yourself up; it’s about turning to the One who already paid the price, and offered it freely.
Now, I no longer confess to myself. I confess to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
This forgiveness isn’t temporary or emotional; it’s complete and eternal. It leads on the narrow road through the darkness.
“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”
(1 John 1:9)
I’ve learned that repentance isn’t a one-time act; it’s a daily decision.
My day starts with the Jesus Prayer, followed by the Lord’s Prayer, asking God to guide me, help me walk in truth, and keep me from temptation, and His Will be done, not mine.
My struggles didn’t vanish overnight, but the weight of them changed.
When I feel conviction, I don’t spiral into shame; I see it as love, and because of discernment, I know where it comes from. Those times that I’m not sure, I just open the Word and the answer is right there.
There are still moments of heaviness, times when I ache because I care, but not because I’m blaming myself. That’s how I know I’m growing in the Word, not the world, which always tries to add and take even more.
It’s no longer about being “good enough” because no one is enough by themselves.
It’s about being made new in Christ and walking the narrow path to salvation.
“I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service.” (Romans 12:1)
Through it all, I give thanks for every breath, for my family, for the roof over my head, for the food on our table, for the peace only Christ can give.
He found me at my lowest, worn from battles I didn’t think I’d survive.
Now I walk in the light, not because I earned it, but because He carried me out of the darkness.
There’s nothing in this world I want more than to glorify Jesus.
Not comfort. Not success. Just Him.
My distractions have faded. My purpose is clear.
I live each day in repentance, not as a burden, but as a blessing.
And I live each day in gratitude, because He is worthy.
16 Rejoice always, 17 pray without ceasing, 18 in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
(1 Thessalonians 5:16–18)
Daily repentance keeps me steady and away from sins like lust, confusion in my actions, or ignorance, and it teaches me true responsibility. When people hurt me, and it still happens, I see them as I once was before my encounter with Him. I don’t feel even slightly superior, not even close. On the contrary, I’ve opened my heart and let Jesus take the wheel.
I used to think I knew forgiveness, but now it’s different. I move on joyfully, knowing that at the end of the tunnel awaits my Savior.
“And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.”
(Ephesians 4:32)
Each day of repentance deepens my gratitude and sharpens my awareness of the battles still being fought, not just around me, but within me. Yet through Christ, what once felt like chains has become freedom. Repentance no longer feels like a heavy road; it feels like a path that keeps my soul aligned with His peace. Gratitude reminds me that every victory belongs to Him, and every breath is proof of His mercy.
As I continue walking in repentance and gratitude, I no longer fear what used to overwhelm me. The same voice that lifted me out of darkness now gives me strength to stand firm in faith. I’ve learned that spiritual warfare doesn’t end when you find Christ, but living in Him means I no longer fight alone in this fallen world.
Amen.
“He has delivered us from the power of darkness and conveyed us into the kingdom of the Son of His love, in whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins.”
(Colossians 1:13–14)
In the past, without me being aware of Jesus in my life, fear was a constant shadow. Anxiety, desperation, depression and spiritual confusion were all stirred together like a storm I couldn’t escape. I believed that if I could just push through, learn more, or uncover some esoteric knowledge, I’d finally find peace in a mystical sense. But instead, it only gave me exhaustion, dread, and deception.
Looking back now through the lens of Christ, I can clearly see the enemy’s fingerprints on much of my past. I witnessed demonic manifestations, heard mocking voices, and woke up feeling serpents slithering nearby, and these were not dreams, but real spiritual attacks. I remember sensations of pressure on my chest, cold darkness brushing against me, and an oppressive fear that paralysed my body and spirit.
These were the wages of the doors I had unknowingly opened from being too gullible and naive. The enemy doesn’t wait for a polite invitation; he enters through compromise.
But when Jesus stepped in and called me by name, shadows fled.
“If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”
(2 Chronicles 7:14)
The visions that once haunted me, the so-called “flying” or “third-eye” experiences, ceased completely. I once believed I was part of a “divine consciousness,” but in truth, I was being drained and manipulated by spirits bent on destruction.
Fear ruled me, making me believe that if I failed to keep up with certain thoughts or routines, disaster would strike me or those I loved. That wasn’t freedom, it was bondage, I was living by my own strength, which was never enough.
Now, in Christ, I’ve found true deliverance.
I don’t seek protection in the world; I fall to my knees and call on the name of Jesus.
When I sense even a flicker of the old attacks, I run to the Word of God and pray. The enemy may still try, but his attempts only drive me closer to my Savior.
Where fear once ruled, peace now reigns.
Where manipulation once controlled, truth now anchors me.
Yes, opposition still comes, especially when I speak truth or lead my family in the Lord, but I recognize it for what it is: warfare, not defeat.
I no longer fight for victory; I stand in the victory Christ already won at the cross.
Today, I can even love when I’m attacked, because I see these trials as refining fires, not final blows. Not because I’m strong, but because I belong to the One who is.
Scriptures that keep me grounded:
“Behold, I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you.”
(Luke 10:19)
“No weapon formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue which rises against you in judgment you shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is from Me,” says the Lord.
(Isaiah 54:17)
“He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler. You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.”
(Psalm 91:4–6)
“Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.”
(Ephesians 6:11)
These words are my shield. They remind me that my strength is not my own, but Christ’s.
Because of Him, I no longer fear the enemy, for I walk in the light of the One who has already overcome the darkness and has the key to death.
If you’re reading this and walking through darkness, know this: the enemy is loud, but a liar.
Run to Jesus! Only He can cast out fear, close demonic doors, and give peace that surpasses understanding.
There is no darkness that His light cannot overcome.
“Therefore submit to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.”
(James 4:7)
In your mighty name, My Lord, Amen.
Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
2 He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
3 He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord
Forever.
Before I surrendered to Christ, I didn’t realize I was living under spiritual oppression. What looked like “my time”, moments of escape through habits, distractions, and false practices, was actually bondage. The chains were heavy, but my pride was bigger.
I justified it because I spent my days pouring myself out for others in a cycle of spiritual pride and self-pity, believing I could carry the world’s weight on my back. But the truth is that if we try to help others while ignoring our brokenness, we fail them and ourselves, and that’s what the enemy uses to influence us, so we wouldn’t be able to hear the knock on the door.
For years, I believed I was in control, pursuing different paths that seemed spiritual, but were portals for the demonic. I thought I was mastering my mind, but in reality, I was being drained by the spirits I thought I had control of, while I was being manipulated.
During the COVID pandemic, the weight of it all came crashing down. Outwardly, I seemed calm, helping others, staying strong. Inwardly, I was broken, crushed under burdens I was never meant to carry. I was the solution maker, so I had to do it, no matter what.
I was ready to give up. But God, in His mercy, many years before, gave me my precious wife, His gift to me, who stood beside me, held me together, and never gave up on me. I often thought, what did I do to deserve her in my Life, but God knew the things that I didn’t, we needed each other. Even in the dark moments, Jesus was preserving us and making us stronger as the days went by.
Three encounters changed everything:
When Jesus appeared to me in meditation, it was silent but unmistakable.
When My Lord spoke my name directly, breaking the chains of fear.
When the Holy Spirit gave me a new heart, filling me with warmth, peace, and unexplainable Love.
Reborn in Christ
At the time, I thought I didn’t even asked to be saved, but my heart had been crying silently all along. Jesus heard, he always does.
Since my surrender, the attacks haven’t vanished completely, but my fear has.
I still sense the presence of things unseen, but I now know I don’t walk that valley alone.
Jesus is my Shepherd. No power of darkness can stand against Him.
I no longer chase signs or spiritual affirmations. I cling to The Word of God, Jesus Christ.
When the enemy whispers, I pray. When fear comes, I recite the Lord’s Prayer as Jesus taught.
I thank God for my family, every provision, the strength to endure trials, and the peace that now guards my soul.
Friends may have turned against me explicitly since I gave my life to Christ, but I no longer crave their approval. I only seek to walk the narrow path with Him, and I have given my forgiveness to everyone in my life from my heart.
There is freedom in Jesus, freedom from oppression, deception, and fear.
The same Shepherd who called me by name calls every lost sheep, offering peace, restoration, and eternal life.
“Therefore if the Son makes you free, you shall be free indeed.”
(John 8:36)
Since Jesus freed me from the oppression of the enemy and their attacks and manipulations, whenever I feel an attack or sense something around me that’s spiritually not right, I keep quiet, say a prayer, and imagine myself walking on a narrow, dark path of the world but walking with Jesus. Not succumbing to the pressure of the demons, I only need to hold on to His robe and follow Him, just as a child would when crossing the road.
Each time I hold on to Jesus in prayer, His peace silences every storm.
“Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”
(2 Corinthians 3:17)
Every day I walk in the same freedom that once felt impossible. The closer I stay to Christ, the less the darkness can reach me. Spiritual attacks may come, but I no longer live in fear of them. My peace doesn’t depend on what surrounds me, but on Who lives within me. Jesus Christ is my victory, my protection, and my everlasting peace, and in Him, I am truly free. I thank God every moment, every breath, for the revelation in Christ and the guidance of the Holy Spirit in my walk. I pray that everyone turns to Christ and realizes that he is the source of Love, He is Love, and the only Salvation for the soul that he created.
The Lord’s Prayer (Matthew 6:9-13)
9 In this manner, therefore, pray:
Our Father in heaven,
Hallowed be Your name.
10 Your kingdom come.
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven.
11 Give us this day our daily bread.
12 And forgive us our debts,
As we forgive our debtors.
13 And do not lead us into temptation,
But deliver us from the evil one.
For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever.
Amen.
“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me;
and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God,
who loved me and gave Himself for me.”
(Galatians 2:20)
I was constantly torn between what I thought was good and what my heart truly longed for. I chased money, not for greed, but because I justified it as a way to help others, which led me down a drained and confused path. I sought approval from people by always being “the nice one,” even when it drained me. I carried guilt for not meeting everyone’s standards and shame for my failures.
I read books on philosophy, spirituality, and human behavior, trying to understand the world and everyone in it. I became my world’s emotional anchor, quietly absorbing pain until I broke. I never got the ultimate answer that I was looking for until Christ appeared in my brokenness.
What I thought was a strength was actually a weakness.
What I thought was love was people-pleasing.
What I thought was freedom was slavery to sin.
6 knowing this, that our old man was crucified with Him, that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves of sin.
(Romans 6:6)
The Old Self
The old me was a restless wanderer, always searching but never satisfied.
I sought fulfillment in lustful thoughts, empty pleasures, and false ideologies that promised peace but delivered only confusion, because my heart didn’t belong to the world. Fasting from certain foods, which I practiced unknowingly for pride or control, was tainted by self-righteousness.
I told myself I was “spiritual”, but I was blind. Every so-called “truth” I chased was another lie that chained me further. I believed I was mastering my destiny, but the enemy and sin were dragging me deeper down into the abyss.
9 I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture. 10 The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.
(John 10:9-10)
The Turning Point
For years, I lived in a centrifuge, chained by demons, prideful practices, and false ideologies that promised freedom but only led to bondage. Yet when My Lord called me out of that darkness, something inside me shifted, and I finally recognized the true situation of my inevitable downfall and my soul. The emptiness I carried could no longer be filled with temporary highs or self-made rituals. I reached the end of myself, and at that very place, Christ began His work. The chains didn’t fall all at once, but I felt them breaking, link by link. What once enslaved me lost its grip, and what once deceived me was exposed by His light. That was the beginning of the new creation He was forming in me.
“Put off, concerning your former conduct, the old man which grows corrupt according to the deceitful lusts,
and be renewed in the spirit of your mind, and that you put on the new man which was created according to God,
in true righteousness and holiness.”
Ephesians(4:22–24)
The New Creation
The shadows of my old self began to fade away. What had once felt like unbreakable patterns, bad thoughts, empty rituals, and false ideologies began vanishing. I started to see everything differently. Priorities shifted. My heart that once chased approval, recognition, and worldly gain turned toward the Word of God, my family, and His calling for my life and heart.
Even when old habits tried to whisper back, I felt sick at the thought of returning. What once drew me in now repulsed me, not because of my strength, but because my Spirit no longer belonged to me, because I had willingly surrendered to God.
I rededicated my fasting, which I once practiced out of pride or confusion, to the spiritual battles that the enemy is pushing. I realized it isn’t about diet or ideology, but about humbling myself before the Lord. At times, even without expressing it, my thoughts were running towards pridefulness, and internally feeling like I was doing something better than my surroundings, and that was a struggle that was eating me from the inside, and never showing it.
16 “Moreover, when you fast, do not be like the hypocrites, with a sad countenance. For they disfigure their faces that they may appear to men to be fasting. Assuredly, I say to you, they have their reward. 17 But you, when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, 18 so that you do not appear to men to be fasting, but to your Father who is in the secret place; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly.
(Matthew 6:17–18)
I learned that the new creation doesn’t strive for approval; it lives from acceptance in Christ.
Every day now, I choose surrender over striving. Each decision begins with prayer and ends in peace, not anxiety.
My mind is renewed, my desires reshaped, and my heart anchored in the truth that I am His.
The old me sought recognition; the new me seeks true humility.
The old me fought to be seen; the new me prays to reflect Jesus alone.
Heavenly Father, thank You for crucifying my old self with Christ. Thank You that I am no longer a slave to sin, but alive in Your Spirit. Help me to walk in the truth that Christ lives in me. Guard my heart against old habits and lies. Strengthen me to live each day by faith, and let my life bear fruit for Your kingdom.
In Jesus’ mighty name,
Amen.
“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.”
(John 10:27)
For much of my life, I sought wisdom in all the wrong places.
I read about Hinduism and its branches, like Taoism, Buddhism. In the West, connected to those was also New Age Philosophy. I dipped my ears also into Stoicism, human psychology by secular leaders, and many more that could not satisfy the endless striving. Each offering fragments of truth, or sounded good on paper, but never the wholeness of eternity, which only Christ can offer. They all sounded noble by the knowledge of the individual, but never led to the ultimate purpose. Every teacher or guru claimed to have “the next level,” but the price was always high, sometimes money, sometimes loyalty, sometimes even your peace. Many of them were cause and effect, which I tried, but I never felt like the people around me, as they explained their immediate spiritual gain, after a task was done. There was no salvation of the heart and soul, so I would willingly follow the path, but just a temporary fix, for an eternal soul, made in the image of God, and that was never His purpose.
Then I met the Lamb of God, who gave me what none of them could:
A gift already paid for, salvation at the Cross.
No endless steps. No secrets. No lies, but mercy, true justice, and love.
The Many Voices
The world is full of noise, opinions, debates, influencers, false prophets, demons, and even our own thoughts.
They all compete for our attention.
I used to think I could balance them all, that I could “filter” truth with my own reasoning.
But confusion only deepened. My mind grew louder, like noise that, after a while, you don’t notice it, and nothing is clear.
Scripture warns us:
15 “Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. 16 You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles?
(Matthew 7:15-16)
False voices rarely sound wrong at first. They often sound inspiring, intellectual, or peaceful.
But the fruit reveals the truth. God’s voice brings conviction, peace, and humility. The enemy’s voice brings confusion, guilt, and pride of the soul. Only God’s voice leads to eternal life.
Discernement
I’ve learned to test everything by the Word of God.
If it doesn’t fully align with Scripture, I reject it, no matter how popular or emotional it sounds.
When God speaks, there’s order. Invitation to the Eternal Light, The Word, the Way, the Truth, and the true Life in Christ.
When the enemy speaks, there’s pressure to accept everything unconditionally, mercy without justice, pressure to see the world around us through the eyes of human desire, lusting for the things of the world that can never fulfill.
God’s voice invites, and never tempts. The enemy’s voice demands, and breaks in without knocking, often with a false Light.
The more time I spend in the Word, the more I recognize His tone.
The more I pray, the more I discern His peace.
“Behold, I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears My voice and opens the door,
I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.”
(Revelation 3:20)
Walking by His Voice
Discerning God’s voice is not a one-time skill; it’s a lifelong relationship.
Each day, I listen. Each day, I obey. Each day, I trust.
His voice isn’t only for special moments, it’s for daily direction, correction, and comfort.
Even when the noise of the world grows louder, His whisper brings calm.
I’ve learned that silence is sacred, not emptiness, but the presence of God filling the heart.
His truth has become the anchor of my journey. His Word isn’t just for rare encounters; it’s for daily fulfillment, love, and peace.
Some days, the noise of the world is louder than ever. Distractions and worries fight for my attention. And when I lose focus, confusion and fear try to creep back in. That’s when I stop and pray. I remind myself that the enemy breaks down doors, forcing his way in, but God knocks gently and waits for us to invite Him in, so He can keep you safe, as it’s own child.
2 Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, 3 and said, “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
(Matthew 18:2-4)
Over time, His voice has become clearer to me. Not because the world has grown quieter, but because my heart has learned to tune to His gentle Love. The more I read God’s Word, the more I recognize Him around every corner. The more I pray, the more I sense His presence.
When distractions, opinions, or temptations arise, I stop and pray. It is a personal relationship, one that deepens daily.
I no longer strive to hear Him through chaos. Instead, I choose to be still, to listen, and to trust. And in that stillness, I find direction, assurance, and peace that no counterfeit voice can ever offer.
God doesn’t shout to compete with the world; He whispers to the surrendered heart, and peace comes through.
Always Pray:
Lord Jesus, thank You for being my Good Shepherd.
In the noise of this world, help me to recognize Your voice above all others.
Guard my mind from confusion and my heart from deception.
Let every word I speak and every step I take follow Your guidance. May I not be swayed by the noise, but walk boldly in the truth of Your voice. Renew my mind daily by Your Word, and lead me to follow You faithfully.
In Your holy name, I pray,
Amen.
I thought repentance meant punishing myself, reliving my failures, replaying guilt, and carrying shame like a burden I couldn’t put down.
For much of my life, I thought repentance, even though not in that expression of the word, meant trying harder. I believed that if I kept fixing myself and everyone else, I was somehow making up for my sins. I carried genuine guilt for the wrongs I had done for which I thought could not be forgiven, but I also bore false guilt, taking responsibility for things that were never mine to carry. It was like being in the desert without water, and the vultures were circling me, waiting for me to collapse, so they could feast.
That was never God’s plan. Repentance is not about me trying to hold the world together. It is about coming to Jesus with an open heart, acknowledging my sin, and trusting He is the Savior, so I can start the Healing journey. When I understood this truth, repentance became a gift, not a burden and a curse. No one is bigger than God’s plan for Salvation of His sheep.
Repentance Reframed
“And he arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him.”
(Luke 15:20)
When I approach challenges, I stop and remember: repentance is not about self-punishment, it is about turning my heart back to the God. I no longer see repentance as a shameful admission of failure, but as a loving invitation into His presence.
Even though sometimes I think I don’t sin, no one is infallible , and still I choose to come to Him, because repentance is not just for the “big mistakes.” It keeps me close. It keeps me humble. It keeps me walking in the light, and not based on my own understanding.
There are things I carried from childhood, choices and hidden moments that only I knew, like everyone else, things I thought would burden me for the rest of my life, things I could never forgive myself for. The enemy used them to pull me down, dragging me into the depths of darkness in my mind. But now, God is the only One who knows them all, and the only One who can forgive. In repentance, I lay even those unspoken burdens at His feet. It is not about using repentance as a “reset button” for my benefit; it is about being honest with myself and with God, trusting Him to cleanse what I cannot.
He knows my heart better than I do, and His forgiveness runs deeper than I can comprehend. Repentance, reframed in Christ, is no longer a source of fear or shame. It is a gift of grace, the doorway to restoration, peace, and a close relationship with the Father.
“Repent therefore and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, so that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord.” (Acts 3:19)
Gratitude Restored
Alongside repentance, gratitude has become the heartbeat of my days. Daily, I find myself whispering, thank you God, not only for the big things, but for the small, ordinary gifts that reflect God’s extraordinary love. I thank Him for my family, the greatest earthly blessings He has entrusted to me. I thank Him for health, the roof over my head, food on the table, and even the simple ability to walk, run, and swim.
31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.
(Matthew 6:31-33)
These everyday graces, which I once overlooked or allowed the enemy’s lies to distort, now serve as a constant reminder of His love and provision(Jehovah Jireh). Jesus restored my eyes to see them not as entitlements, but as blessings from His hand.
Gratitude has become more than a polite response; it is a weapon. When I give thanks, I push back against the enemy’s whisper that says, “You have nothing. You are lacking.” In those moments, I remember the truth: in Christ, I have everything.
“In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”
(1 Thessalonians 5:18)
Even in the darkest seasons, gratitude keeps me anchored. It shifts my perspective from despair to hope, from emptiness to God’s abundance. It reminds me that even when I walk through valleys, the Shepherd walks with me, and He will always be there for anyone who surrenders to Him their Heart and Trust as the one and only Savior. Gratitude is not denial of hardship; it is a declaration of trust that God is still and always good, faithful, and providing.
Now, thanksgiving flows naturally with repentance. One draws me near to His mercy, the other lifts my eyes to His goodness. Together, they keep me rooted in Christ, with a heart that beats to the rhythm of His grace.
Repentance & Gratitude
Repentance without gratitude can feel heavy, like carrying a burden without hope. Gratitude without repentance can feel shallow, like enjoying blessings without acknowledging the One who gave them. But together, repentance and gratitude create a rhythm of life that keeps me on the narrow path with Christ.
Through repentance, I remember my desperate need for the cross. I see the weight of my sin, not to be crushed by it, but to be reminded of the One who bore it in my place and paid the price. Through gratitude, I remember the joy and hope that flow from that same cross, the life, freedom, and peace that Jesus purchased with His blood, and gave us all the opportunity of eternity in His presence.
Now, repentance and gratitude walk hand in hand in my life.
When I fall short, I repent quickly and rise in His grace.
I thank Him for life, breath, and family with every breath.
Repentance keeps me humble.
Gratitude keeps me joyful.
Together, they keep me near the cross. Every prayer, every breath, every act of obedience flows from that truth:
He has forgiven me, and He is worthy of all my Praise.
He is God.
The Apostle John puts it so powerfully:
“That was the true Light which gives light to every man coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him. He came to His own, and His own did not receive Him. But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name: who were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.”
(John 1:9–13)
This is the daily miracle: I live forgiven, cleansed, and restored, not by my effort for the World, but by His grace, through Faith.
Repentance keeps me humble, reminding me that I can do nothing apart from Him. Gratitude lifts my eyes, reminding me that with Him, I have everything. Together, they create balance. Repentance brings me low before the cross; gratitude raises my heart in worship.
Repentance keeps me gladly dependent on His mercy; gratitude keeps me overflowing with joy. This rhythm is not about feelings, but faith that Christ is enough, past, present, and till the end of the world.
Amen.
A Heart Transformed by the grace of God
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.”
(2 Corinthians 5:17)
As I look back over the path behind me, the valleys, the storms, the confusion, and the peace, one truth stands above all: Jesus Christ changes everything.
There was a time when I searched endlessly for a higher meaning, chasing after masked light that wasn’t real. I looked for peace in philosophy, in ambition, in self-effort, and in people, and each time, I ended up empty. But when Jesus entered my life, He didn’t just mend what was broken; He made me new. He gave me a new heart, he offered me forgiveness for my sins, through the Cross, he offered me mercy, but also justice, as he paid with His Holy Blood. He took me in as his child, not only as his creation, but he also adopted me into the Holy Heaven and offered me eternal life, by his side. The Cross is for everyone, because we’re all created in the Image of God, we’re all deserving of Hell, but still he offers us redemption.
26 Then God said, “Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness; let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.” 27 So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.
(Genesis 1:26-27)
I now see how His grace was working even in my rebellion, guiding, protecting, and preparing me for this moment of full acceptance and surrender to God. Every false step revealed my need for His truth. Every tear reminded me of His mercy. Every unanswered prayer became a doorway to something better, His will, not mine. Every step that I took in my Life was watched over by him, because he cared and loved me, as a Holy Father, besides all of my mistakes and sins. I would never be able to reach the standard of God, acknowledging that I’m a terrible sinner, and still, he came to save his lost sheep.
“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”
(Romans 8:28)
Through Jesus, I’ve learned that faith isn’t built in comfort but in surrender. Grace isn’t earned; it’s received. And transformation isn’t a moment; it’s a lifetime of walking daily with Him. My purpose and Faith are fulfilled in Jesus.
There are still trials ahead, but I walk differently now, not as a lost wanderer, but as a redeemed child of God. My eyes no longer search for the next answer; they stay fixed on the One who is the Answer. When in doubt, I go to the Word of God, and I have an instant guide on where the Light and the narrow path are. I can walk with a blindfold over my eyes and trust Him, my creator, my Holy Father, my redeemer, with my Mind, my Heart, my Soul.
“Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith.”
(Hebrews 12:2)
Every day is a new opportunity to glorify Him, in my thoughts, in my words, in how I love my family, and in how I serve others. My testimony isn’t about who I was, or who I had become; it’s about who He is, faithful, merciful, just, and true.
The more I walk with Him, the more I understand what Saint Paul meant when he wrote the God’s inspired words:
“My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”
(2 Corinthians 12:9)
God, who saved me, continues to shape me. His Spirit teaches, comforts, and corrects me. His Word feeds my soul. The Cross of Jesus, where mercy met judgment, remains my foundation. He didn’t allow us to experience Mercy without Justice, because that would mean the dust is swept under the Rug, and it would remain there, no matter how much we would try to clean the surface.
If my story tells you anything, let it be this: no one is too far gone, too lost, or too broken for God’s grace.
“For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God.”
(Ephesians 2:8)
I once lived for my own strength. Now I live for His glory. My journey doesn’t end here; it continues, one surrendered day at a time, until the day I see Him face to face. I pray that all of His children would be saved and experience His Grace, His Will, His Love that cannot be compared to anyone or anything in this world, no matter the experience of Life, or human love. Surrender your Hearts, children of God, no more guilt, no more uncertainty, no more lost direction, no more self-reliance for the answer that all of us deep down are looking for, the Higher purpose in this world. His will be done, not ours.
(Matthew 22:36-40)
36 “Teacher, which is the great commandment in the law?”
37 Jesus said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ 38 This is the first and great commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ 40 On these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets.”
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit
Heavenly Father, thank You for never giving up on me.
Thank You for the grace that found me, the mercy that kept me, and the love that transforms me daily.
I surrender You my heart, my plans, and my future.
Guide my life in every word and action, bring glory to Your name.
Use my testimony to reach those still walking in darkness,
that they too may find the Light of the world, Jesus Christ.
Thank You, Jesus Christ, for paying for my debt on the cross. I, an unforgivable sinner, thank You for the opportunity to belong to the holy kingdom of God. Thank you, Holy Spirit, for your guidance even when I don’t deserve it, for guarding my home and my family from the enemies of God.
I testify that God is just, merciful, and loving beyond space and time, and he’s everlasting, the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End.
In Your holy name I pray,
Amen.
19 Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”
Matthew 28:19-20