Persisting In Faith
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So I grew up in a very loving family and I always loved Jesus. I really did. I was that kid who was always singing. I would dance around my backyard with my little Walkman CD player and be listening to Rebecca St. James and just be singing to Jesus and having so much fun. And unfortunately, because of some of the, for lack of a better word, just lack of understanding that I had, I ended up falling into some traps, later though, in my teenage years.
2009 is when my world fell apart. And I remember feeling like life was never going to be okay. It was such a vicious year that I lived in fear of fear. And suddenly I started having pains in my body. My joints became really loose, I would wake up feeling like I got hit by a semi truck. So I just tried to be the best little Christian girl that I could. Meanwhile, you know, continuing to go to church, even receiving a call to ministry, but not not understanding, like, God, why aren’t You healing me? Like what is going on? Why am I just getting sicker and sicker? Why can’t I break free from any of this stuff? And so in 2015, I finally received a diagnosis.