the unfolding story...
of hidden memories, familiar spirits, deception & horrors of the hands of the wicked now slowly being forced into the light.
Litte Girl Lost,
Little Girl Found
For as long as I can recall, I considered myself to have a bad memory. Most of my memories, few as they were, were of holidays, school or from pictures I had seen long ago. Any time I asked someone how well they remembered their childhood they would always brush it off. So, I just kept living in the now.
My 20's rolled around and I spent it uncovering the spiritual deception I was subjected to in my teens by some of the women in my family. They paraded about speaking of the spirit of God and would use biblical terminology, but they taught from the doctrine of demons.
Then I hit 40 and spent the next five years reliving repressed memories of severe abuse. My memory wasn't bad, it was trying to survive the years of secret horrors of what I could not escape as a child.
It has been a long fought road to find healing and peace for that little girl lost, hidden in dark memories, but each day I find another piece of her.
Through this process I discovered that understanding the strategies of demonic spirits and knowing how to fight back is essential for enduring life's pain and escaping their torment.
Confronting what hides in the darkness is challenging and it is my heart that you don't have to do that alone. So I choose to stand here - in between you and your demons until you find what you have lost.
THE PASSION,
THE PURPOSE
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One of my deepest passions in life is to fight for those who can't fight for themselves. It is a privilege to be a barrier between someone held captive and that which seeks to destroy all they were destined to be in this world.
To have a place in a chapter of their story as they gain strength, break reoccurring cycles and walk in freedom is a profound honor!
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WHY I LOVE WHAT I DO
Mentoring and creating content serve as a means to express love, to protect and be a reflection of another's value, which they may have never seen before that moment. The value of being that which holds breath, that weeps, that sings, that rejoices, that sits in the silence or stands against the darkness. It is the value of a story that makes heaven move. It is you.
Your story is more gripping than you can imagine. If you could see all that is set against you and understand the freedom that is in your reach even now, you would never be the same. The life you are meant to lead has such depth and beauty even in the sufferings. Your value cannot be replaced - you have a story to tell and there are people that need to hear it. The joy of you finding the words to your story and the strength to live it out loud is why I love what I do.
