He is Faithful to Our Yes - My Testimony

Well… here is a long overdue post.

Life has taken some crazy turns, but those turns have led me to a place I once only dreamed of. What I’m about to share is a story marked by deep pain, but even more by the goodness and faithfulness of our Heavenly Father.

This isn’t the whole story — that will unfold over time — but it is the first time I’ve shared any of this publicly. I hope that in sharing it, even just this part of my journey, someone reading it may find hope, encouragement, or a sense that they are not alone.

The Home No One Knew

I grew up in your “good” Christian home. From the outside, we were “perfect.” But that is exactly what it was, a picture-perfect illusion.

Behind closed doors, my childhood was marked by years of sexual abuse by my father — the person who should have protected me, cherished me, and loved me. Everything you imagine when you hear that phrase… it happened. More times than I can count.

I know that’s heavy. I know it’s uncomfortable to read, and I know that some people may turn away from this truth. But I don’t share it to dwell on the pain — I share it so you can understand the miracle that follows. Because even in the darkest years, God was never far. He was present, fighting for me long before I ever saw a way out. He was working behind the scenes, orchestrating a future I couldn’t imagine, guiding me toward freedom in ways I couldn’t see at the time.

Looking back now, I can see threads of His love woven through even the most painful seasons. Simple things that might seem insignificant — a comforting word, a passage or song that spoke to my heart, someone who showed kindness — were His ways of reminding me that I was not alone. Every detail, every moment of grace, was part of the larger picture of His plan for me.

Finding a Father in God

Even though our home that claimed to be Christian fell very short of that, my faith became personal early. At 11, I felt a tug on my heart so strong I couldn’t ignore it: Jesus was pursuing me. So I gave Him my yes.

When I accepted Him as my Lord and Savior, I realized I did have a Father — a good, loving, protective Father — even if my earthly one failed me in the most devastating way. That realization changed everything. It wasn’t an instant fix, and it didn’t erase the pain, but it gave me a foundation that no one could shake. I knew I had a Heavenly Father who loved me unconditionally.

As the abuse continued, God became my constant. My peace in a storm that seemed like it would never end. But years of manipulation had convinced me that speaking up would hurt my family, that I would be blamed, that silence was the only way to “protect” everyone. That lie kept me trapped for a long time.

Even in those moments of fear, though, I could feel God’s presence. Sometimes it was quiet, subtle, almost imperceptible, but always there. Sometimes it was a gentle conviction in my heart that whispered, You are worthy. You are loved. You are not alone. Other times, it was a bold, undeniable assurance that He would never leave me, no matter how dark the circumstances became.

Identity and Truth Revealed

Going into my older teen years was rough. It’s already a hard time for identity, but when your value even at home is tied to your body and perfect behavior, it’s hard to believe you have worth or purpose. One night, crying out to God, I felt Him whisper:

“If what people say — or what you’re believing — doesn’t align with My Word, let it go in one ear and out the other.”

That hit me hard… mostly because I realized I didn’t even fully know what His Word said about me. I had distanced myself from Him. So I dug in. Scripture became my lifeline. I learned who He is, and in turn, who I am.

That process was not easy. It took time, patience, and countless moments of wrestling with doubt, fear, and confusion. But slowly, I began to see myself through His eyes. I began to understand that my identity was not defined by my circumstances, the lies I had been told, or the abuse I endured — it was defined by Him.

But things at home only got worse. By 2024, the weight of living a double life — pretending everything was fine — became unbearable. I attended a week-long young adults event that summer (Patriot Academy), and for the first time, I saw what freedom looked like. I saw people living the life I longed for. That planted a seed. A knowing that I couldn’t stay trapped in this lie anymore.

God began pulling back every veil of manipulation. I knew things had to change… but I was terrified. Terrified of the truth coming out. Terrified of hurting my siblings. Terrified no one would believe me.

When my brother moved away for an internship (at Patriot Academy), things at home escalated even more. But distance brought clarity between us. Even though he didn’t know about the abuse, hearing how he felt growing up — and how my sister felt — made me realize something: I wasn’t protecting them by staying silent. I was only allowing the cycle to continue.

God’s Wonder Working Power

One night, overwhelmed and exhausted, I broke. I told God I couldn’t carry it anymore. I was ready to give up.

And in the quiet of that moment, I felt Him ask:

“Do you trust Me?”

Not in a soft, gentle way — in a way that confronted the fear I had held onto for years. I realized that even after everything, I was still gripping control. Still trying to manage outcomes. Still afraid of the light.

I had two choices: surrender and give Him my yes… or stay silent and in darkness. I said yes. And everything changed. I suddenly felt a peace I had never felt before mixed with anxiousness of knowing without a doubt things were going to change.

Over the next months, God strengthened me in ways I can’t explain. And early 2025, when the time came to speak the truth, I called my brother and told him what had been happening. Within a day, he and a group of people from Texas (where he lived) went all the way to Colorado to help me walk through the reporting process. Then they opened their home to my siblings and me so we could begin rebuilding our lives.

That season of surrender was not easy. It was full of fear, tears, and uncertainty, but it was also full of grace, courage, and the undeniable presence of God. Every step I took toward freedom, every action to expose the truth, was met with His provision, protection, and love.

A New Life I Never Thought Possible

Moving to Texas was truly stepping into a miracle. God provided a home filled with unconditional love and people who treated us like we had always been theirs. He gave me safety, community, purpose, and healing that I didn’t know was possible.

And while there are still layers He’s healing, I am living in a place of freedom I prayed for my whole life. I have friends, a family, mentors, and a community of believers who have walked with me, supported me, and loved me without condition. I have space to grow, to dream, and to finally start living a life not defined by fear or abuse, but by His grace and purpose.

What I Want You to Know

God is a good Father. He loves you more deeply than you can comprehend. He redeems the darkest stories. He restores what was stolen.

There’s a phrase I love and keep as my wallpaper on my phone:“Your expectations of God are the room you give Him to work in your life.”

Have an expectant heart and don’t box God in. Trust Him with every piece of your story. Even the scary parts. Even the parts you’re hiding in silence. He is faithful to your yes, and when you come out on the other side of your battle, you will see how He was working every detail for your good.

And lastly: there is healing for you. Whatever you’ve walked through, whatever you carry — He can redeem it. Even the hardest pieces. It just takes surrender, faith, and the willingness to let Him lead you into the life He has always intended for you.