You don’t have to have everything figured out to become the woman you’re meant to be. Sometimes all it takes is faith, honesty, and the courage to start with the ingredients already in your hands even when they don’t look like enough.
Telling the truth won’t always feel good, but it’s necessary. In this post, I share how dishonesty cost me everything, and how choosing honesty, even when it hurts, became the first step in rebuilding my life.
Sometimes, life falls apart so completely that it feels impossible to find your way back. I’ve been there: humiliated, rejected, and convinced that I had no hope left. But God has a way of meeting us even in our mess. This post is about finding hope when everything feels hopeless, learning to trust God again, and rebuilding your life one surrendered step at a time.
I thought I had everything figured out. Play along, get my full deliverance, tell the whole truth. When they say God knows your heart, it’s the truth. Now, when I look back, I just know that he saw my intentions while I thought I was being smart.
I was still lying, still pretending… I’m not making any excuses for my behavior. At the end of the day, the truth would have set me free. There were certain things I was truthful about, but I lied so that I could keep getting the help I knew I needed
The thing is, I went from standing in front of the congregation to lead worship, to sitting in the back. I felt like shame covered me from head to toe.
The previous year, in August, I had confessed to my pastor about being a witch. When I’m talking about witchcraft, I’m not talking about the tarot cards or spirituality as we know it in the west.