My Testimony
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I was born in Wales, UK, where my earliest years were marked by both racism and religious oppression. Raised as a Jehovah’s Witness for the first 18 years of my life, and later bound in Islam for 15 more, I felt silenced, restricted, and crushed under rules that gave no freedom.
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At the same time, trauma followed me like a storm. I endured molestation, trafficking, sexual assaults, beatings, whippings, broken bones, strangulations, concussions, miscarriages, betrayal, and divorce. I was the woman silently planning her own funeral, believing there was no way forward.
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For over 40 years, emotional, mental, physical, and spiritual abuse left deep scars on my body and soul. I lost my siblings, my parents, my marriage, and the life I thought I was meant to live. Two back surgeries left me in a wheelchair for a year, and autoimmune disease became part of my reality.
But even in those dark valleys, God never left me.
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When I encountered Jesus, everything changed. He reached into the ashes of my life and began to write a new story — one of freedom, joy, and purpose.
Yes, I live with chronic pain, but you wouldn’t know it — because I choose not to wear my pain. I choose to wear my joy. I choose to wear my freedom through Christ.
My biggest battle wasn’t the abuse or the illness — it was surrendering what I couldn’t control. In my brokenness, I discovered His grace was sufficient, and in my weakness His strength was glorified.
Now, I live with resilience. I know there is purpose in pain, and God uses my story to help others find healing. I’ve learned that being placed in the fire isn’t easy, but it’s necessary when you are truly called for His purpose. My true character has been revealed in trials, and I hold onto this truth:
While the battles keep coming, live your life in a way that honors the Lord, guards your boundaries, and overflows with joy.
Today, I am blessed with resilience. I am empowered to share miracles of God’s goodness. And just as Jesus came to serve, so do I.