Testimony/Devotional

Testimony 

There was a time when I felt like the weight of life would crush me. I was surrounded by brokenness, misunderstood by many, and fighting battles no one could see. I cried silent prayers, wondering if God was listening—if He even saw me.

But even in the silence, He was there.

For much of my life, I never felt like I could fully express how I felt. I struggled with speaking—like my voice would get stuck somewhere between my heart and my lips. So, I pressed into the arts. Writing, singing, and painting became my voice when words failed me. They were a way to release what I didn’t yet know how to articulate.

Over time, I’ve come to understand that God gave me a personality that feels deeply. And at the core of that sensitivity, He planted something sacred—creativity. It has become not only a lifeline, but also a reflection of His Spirit working through me.

Through every storm, setback, and sleepless night, I’ve come to know Jesus not just as Savior, but as Healer, Restorer, and Friend. He met me in my lowest moments and lifted me with a love that asked for nothing in return but my surrender. I’ve seen Him make a way out of no way, mend what was beyond repair, and bring peace where there was only chaos.

My life is proof that God still moves. He still saves. He still speaks. And when we trust Him with our pain, He can turn it into power. I am no longer defined by what I went through—but by who He is in me.

To anyone reading this: you’re not forgotten. There’s still purpose in your pain. And there’s still time for God to write a new chapter.