I love the way that everything is explained to me as we read. I feel a sense of relief to know that I can read and comprehend the Bible. I’ve actually gotten better at reading it with or without audio. I’m touched by the fact that there is an app that allows me to learn and get closer to his word. I’ve shared it with all my family 🤍 Today is a day to rejoice. On August 3rd, 2025, the old me died, but I was born again!!!!!!! To watch my boys do the same is even bigger than I could have imagined. Thank you, Lord, that I’m still alive to share my love for Jesus and what he can do for you. This will be a long post, so bare with me. My testimony is scary and it may upset people who care about me and my family. But that was the old me.I have been delivered 🙏🏼
June 10th, 11th, and 12th were the darkest days of my life. For three days, I walked towards hell and didn't have the strength to pull myself out. For three days, I kept hearing the same thing all day: 'You are gone. Your family doesn’t have to suffer anymore. If you are gone, they will only have to grieve for a short time, then they can move on and live happy lives without the burden of my anxieties and depression that had a very strong hold on me.' I finally gave in on the second day. I drank until I couldn’t stand, then tried to take as many anxiety meds as I could, until my husband caught on to what was going on. Still, I lay in the bed in the dark with the devil. I didn’t know it at the time, but my oldest son came and laid with me, and he prayed over my body for a long time. He held me when he didn’t have to. After I put everybody through all this pain, he still stayed in there, and he still prayed over me. The next day I woke up, I was in my room, in my bed, still in the dark, still ready to do what I set out to do, and then out of nowhere, I felt my son come back in there, grab me by the hands, and instead of begging me to get up, he cried out loud and told me how much he needed Jesus and how he wanted to lead this family and how he wanted us to go to church and change our lives. In that instant, it felt like a boulder was lifted off of my chest. I stood straight up out of my bed. I promised him and God right then that our lives were changing. God spoke through my son, very loud and very clear, and he knew exactly what he was supposed to do for me to pull me out of where I was, and I will forever be grateful for my son. He is a warrior for God. He is an intercessor. He is going to help lead this family straight to Jesus. If God can pull me straight out of hell, he can pull anybody out of anything. I am alive today because my son did not give up. He did not stop praying. My family isn’t grieving me; instead we are celebrating Jesus, and we’re learning about his word, and we’re only getting better. If God never answers another prayer for me, I will still be grateful that he put these people in my life and that he brought me back to life. I will still walk in the path of righteousness because I know I will meet him face-to-face one day, and I can thank him for saving me.