Answering the Call: My Journey Back to God

 

Answering the Call: My Journey Back to God

I remember being in my early 20s, lost in depression and darkness, when God began calling me back to Him. At that time, I was so wrapped up in my struggles that I couldn’t see a way out. But God, in His infinite wisdom, used an unlikely messenger—my six-year-old daughter.

“Mama, please take me to church,” she would plead, over and over again. Looking back now, I see how God was using a child’s pure heart to draw me back to Him. It’s overwhelming to think about how much He loves us, how He gently nudges us, even when we are running in the opposite direction.

But my daughter wasn’t the only sign. During this same season, I was part of a job program meant to teach us new skills. There, I met a woman who, every time she saw me, would encourage and minister to me. Though I couldn’t pick her out of a lineup today, her words left a lasting impact on my soul.

Then came the night of the Bible and the astrology book. I was alone in my room, deep in my thoughts, when something supernatural happened—the Bible lit up. It was as if a bright light surrounded it, as if it had risen from the table by itself. Yet, in my foolishness, I glanced at it, then back at the astrology book in my hand. I was so consumed with figuring out my life, my future, and whether my “stars” aligned with a man I was infatuated with. I told myself, I’ll read the Bible later.

I am so grateful God did not strike me down that night. He saw my ignorance, my searching heart, and still pursued me with mercy.

The Audible Voice of God

One day, I was outside smoking a cigarette, waiting for my “man” to come around. My baby was inside the house, and as I stood there looking back and forth between the door and down the street, I suddenly heard a voice—audible, clear, commanding.

“GO TO THE DOOR!”

The voice was right behind me, as if someone was speaking directly into my ear. I turned around quickly, but no one was there. A chill ran down my spine. Slowly, I made my way toward the door, and just as I stepped onto the porch, my son fell.

Because I was there, I caught him before he hit the ground.

That moment still shakes me. If I had ignored that voice… I don’t even want to think about what could have happened.

The Day My Life Changed

One Saturday, my sisters, my kids, and I were out shopping when we saw a group of people wearing matching shirts, passing out tracts. I took the first one politely and stuffed it into my bag without much thought.

But then, as we passed them again, another woman—one I still remember clearly—handed me a different pamphlet. This time, I stopped to read it.

The words leapt off the page.

For a moment, it was as if the world around me disappeared. Just me and the message in my hands. I asked a few questions about the church and its service times. Then, with conviction, I said, I’m going to come.

The Sunday of Salvation

I don’t remember the exact date, but I do know that the weather was warm. I dressed my kids, and we got on the crosstown bus to the church. By the time we arrived, I was very late. Nervously, I asked, Am I too late?

Their response: “No, come on in.”

I stepped inside, and guess what part of the service it was?

Altar call.

It was as if the entire congregation faded away. I didn’t see anyone else—I just felt the pull, the overwhelming presence of God. Without hesitation, I walked to the altar and surrendered my life to Christ.

From that day forward, my life has never been the same. Have I had ups and downs? Absolutely. But God has done a mighty work in me, and I know He is not finished yet.

If God Is Calling You—Answer

If you’ve been having spiritual encounters—whether through dreams, divine signs, or an unshakable feeling—God is calling you. Don’t delay like I did. Don’t get so wrapped up in life’s distractions that you ignore His voice.

I missed the mark many times because I didn’t trust my own inner guidance. I let my circumstances, fears, and confusion cloud my judgment. But one thing I know for sure: God never stopped pursuing me.

And He is pursuing you, too.

If you hear His call—answer quickly.

What I Wish More Women Knew

 What I Wish More Women Knew:

There is so much power in sisterhood, yet we live in a time where it’s hard to tell the difference between a friend and a foe. It breaks my heart to see so many women backstabbing, spreading lies, exposing each other’s weaknesses, and gossiping behind closed doors. The term “frenemy” is all too common, and it’s painful to know that some women would rather let another woman suffer in silence than extend a helping hand. They’ll watch 👀you struggle, laugh behind your back, and never tell you that you were the secret joke all along.

I wish more women knew that when you help another woman fix her crown 👑 instead of exposing her mess, you don’t lose your shine🌞—you gain even more. Why are we so afraid to see another woman winning? Why does her beauty, success, or confidence threaten us? There is room for all of us to thrive, and true strength is shown when we uplift each other instead of tearing one another down.

So what if she is prettier, slimmer, or wealthier? Love yourself enough to love others because trust me, the spirit you carry is visible to everyone around you.  💓A bitter heart shows. A jealous heart speaks. And no man or woman respects a person who constantly spews venom about another. While people may half-listen, trust me, they are looking at you sideways, wondering when their turn will come to be the topic of your whispers.

God smiles on the woman 🌹 who sees another sister in need and helps her without broadcasting her flaws. That kind of woman is the one God can trust. If envy or jealousy tries to rise up in you, take it to your prayer closet and say, “Father, take this mess out of me!” Because let’s be honest—we all have moments when comparison creeps in, but it’s what we do with those feelings that define who we truly are.

I wish women understood that it doesn’t make you look better when you laugh at another woman’s downfall. You don’t have to be friends with everyone. You won’t like everyone, and not everyone will like you. But at the very least, don’t add to someone’s trauma. We were taught as children: If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. That wisdom still holds true today.

Take an honest look at yourself. Reflect 🪞 on how you treat people. If there are things you need to change, then change them. Don’t stay that way. Don’t pass down bitterness to your daughters, nieces, or the younger women watching you. Let’s break the cycle. Let’s build each other up. I’m not coming from a place of feminism for the sake of feminism—I simply believe that real women empower each other, and it starts with us.

A stronger woman doesn’t dim another’s light 💡—she stands beside her, knowing that together, we shine even brighter.