MY TESTIMONY

My Journey of Faith: From Fear to Peace

For a long time, my life was shaped by fear. Growing up in a violent environment, I was always anxious and worried. Even though my mother was a believer and I grew up in the church, I didn’t have a personal connection with God. I knew about Him, but I didn’t truly know Him.

Everything changed in 2016 at a revival service at Parklands Baptist. That day, I stopped trying to act like a “perfect Christian,” and I got real with God. I prayed with total honesty and told Him about my struggles and my anxiety.
But what made this moment truly life-changing was understanding the work of Jesus on the cross and how personal it is.
In the middle of all the chaos I was carrying inside, there was a moment of stillness. It felt like everything paused, and in that silence, Christ met me. Even though everything in my life felt heavy, I experienced a deep, unexplainable peace, even if just for a moment.

For a long time, I had struggled with self-harm and deep inner pain. But as I intentionally began the journey of understanding who Christ really is, I started to see myself differently. I began to understand that the cross was not just about forgiveness, it was about identity. Jesus didn’t just die for my sins; He died so I could become who God created me to be.
I realized that my life has purpose, that God had a plan for me, and that He desired me, even in my brokenness. The cross showed me that I was not rejected or forgotten, but deeply loved and chosen.

Even after that encounter, I struggled again. I fell into a messy relationship that broke me and pulled me back toward chaos. It felt like I was undoing everything, like I was crawling back into the very pain I had been set free from.
But even there, Christ did not leave me.

In one of my lowest moments, while I was in the middle of writing a suicidal letter, Jesus met me again, this time through a neighbor. In that unexpected moment, the same peace I had experienced at the revival came back. It reminded me that the work of the cross was not a one-time rescue, but an ongoing reality.

That is when I understood even more deeply that the cross means that no matter how many times I fall, I am never beyond God’s reach. His grace is constant. His love does not withdraw. He keeps coming after me.

The most important part of my story is that even when my circumstances didn’t immediately change, something inside me did.
Because of what Jesus accomplished on the cross, I began to live from a place of peace instead of fear. Not a perfect life, but a grounded heart.
I was no longer defined by my pain, my past, or my struggles. I was learning to live as someone who is forgiven, loved, and restored.
Since then, my journey has become one of intentionally walking with Christ. And this time, it’s different because I have tasted what life with Him feels like.

I am still growing. I am still learning. But I am no longer ruled by fear or pulled completely under by chaos.
Where there used to be constant anxiety, there is now peace. Where I once felt hopeless, I now carry hope.
My life is proof that the work of Jesus on the cross is not just something we believe, but it is something we experience. It meets us in our lowest moments, restores us when we fall, and continually calls us back into peace, purpose, and love.

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. John 14:27