I’ll never forget the night God finally got me the way He always wanted and planned all along. It was during one of the most unexpected, weirdest, and chaotic moments of my life. I’ll forever be grateful for not just that moment, but also my entire life, to be honest, even though my life was nowhere near rainbows and lollipops since day one.
It all worked out exactly like God perfectly planned with his slick self. Two words could sum up me and my life before rocking with Jesus: chaos and crazy.
It was around 3:00 AM, the Saturday before Easter, on April 9th, 2023. I was in a friend’s room, alone. At the time, I was still going through the smear campaign against me, which began in July 2022, orchestrated and run by a female I had known since high school and had become close to for a few years prior. (Foolishly) I won’t go all into it, because, first, and most importantly, it and everything that came along with it is nothing more to me than what God used to do what He does best, and what He planned to do all along when He created me.
I will say this: when it comes to “my side” and “defending my name”, I’m good on all of that, just as it’s been. I’m trusting God to do what He does, and I know he will. Like the song by one of my favorite Christian rappers, Redeemed, is titled, “Let Em Talk.” I forgave a long time ago, released them, and everything else to God, asked Him to bless everyone I’ve ever had negative experiences with, and let it go for Him to do whatever He wills with it. I don’t and won’t ever wish anything negative towards them. I’m good with the way things are, though. Okay, enough of that, back to my favorite part, the night God called my name and I answered like whoa!
So, as you know, it was the night before Easter, but what you don’t know yet is, I didn’t even have a thought in my head to turn to God. It was the exact opposite. I was going off on God, and I mean going off, off! I was screaming at Him, cussing Him out, crying like I never had before, and demanding to know what the f’n deal was as I told Him at the time.
It was far from a “Father, forgive me, and Jesus come into my heart, please.” moment, that’s for sure.
What it was, however, was real, raw, honest, and straight from my heart. I didn’t hold back. I let it all fly. I let things come out to God that night that I had buried a long time ago, and things I hadn’t ever told anyone else. Then, before I knew what was happening or could even begin to process it, I was down on my knees, face to the floor, screaming “I’m sorry!” for everything I had ever done that went against God, and asking for forgiveness.
I know it sounds weird, and believe me, it does to me too, but honestly, the best way I can explain what happened that night is, it was as if someone gently pushed me down, opened my mouth, reached inside of me, and started straight snatching everything out of me. It wasn’t like one of those demon possession deliverance moments you’ve seen, but it was close – very close.
The first thing that came out was all about the Wicca I had been very involved in, only I didn’t refer to it as Wicca that night. I called it Witchcraft, which was something I had never called it because I knew Witchcraft was evil, and as you know, I thought Wicca was perfectly fine. Not only that, but I thought it was a good thing!
I thought I was helping people and doing good work, not opening up the darn floodgates to every aspect of me and my entire life to Ol’ Devil Dude and his minions! After I got the witchcraft stuff out, I had an unexplainable, but positively overwhelming feeling of peace, and it started to feel like things were drastically changing for the better, almost immediately. Then the rest followed. It wasn’t anywhere near quick, either.
I stayed on my knees for seemingly forever, just basking in what just happened, and thanking God for whatever it was He just did as I put it at the time. I ate like I hadn’t in many, many years, took a nice, long, relaxing, hot bath, which I enjoyed like I hadn’t before as well, then I talked to God, and went to sleep. That night, I slept peacefully for the first time since I was a teenager, and most definitely since I got heavily involved in the witchcraft!
Before that night, sleep was not my friend, no matter how much I wanted and needed it to be. Even the very strong sleeping medications I was prescribed by my mental health doctor at the time, at the highest dosage I could safely take, did nothing for me! Now sleep is my bestie! And food. I’m just saying. Lol.
I woke up the next morning feeling like a brand new woman! I was excited and happy to be awake, instead of wishing I wasn’t like before getting saved again. That day was the first of what would turn out to be many, many times I talked to God, Aka, My Heavenly Daddy, like I had before I rebelled that day in the courtroom.
It’s been almost 3 years since the night God called my name, and I answered, and now, God and I have an extremely close relationship. Some would say, okay, they DO say I’m more obsessed with God, Jesus, and all things regarding Heaven than I ever was with Jason Voorhees. To help you understand why they use J.V., I had an entire niche website/brand dedicated to that character. SMH. It was legit called Jason Voorhees Obsessed. Lol. Now, it’s a nope for me on him, horror, and all things oogly boogly.
I love what I have with God, and would rather have that over anything, and that isn’t changing ever again! As for me and my life now, in a nutshell, Thanks to God’s gift of wisdom that he blessed me with, now, I know why everything happened and why it went the way it did. I know exactly who I am when it comes to God and His grand plan, and why I’m here on this planet. I’m the complete opposite of who I was, and so is my life. It took some time, but God truly did make me into a brand new creation, just as His word says He will.
Welpers, that’s the story of how God got my butt back in line, so to speak. Stay tuned for the next part. Thank you for taking the time to read this 84-million-word, discombobulated, eccentric, long-winded testimony introduction, I guess it can be called. I’d love to hear your story!
Until next time,
Love ya! God loves you more, though, and don’t ever forget it! May God bless you and yours abundantly and exceedingly above anything you can think, perceive, or imagine as His word promises!
Angel <3 <3 <3
