LEAVING A LIFE OF WITCHCRAFT

After his suicide, I was left to be a single mom. I was broken down and confused. Things only became worse after my daughter’s funeral, just 18 short months later.

The pain of life became too much to bear so I put my focus on creating my own fate through witchcraft. My obsession of the occult became consuming while I raised my two sons.

I would’ve never seen going to jail and becoming a felon something of God’s grace, but it truly saved my life, and now I know, my soul.

I didn’t find God sitting in the pew of a church, but rather a jail cell at 6:00 am on a random Wednesday.

My sentencing was for eight years in prison. I had no crystals, spells or candles to help me. However, a sweet lady prayed for me. I held onto that prayer and found hope in the concept of God, but still did not fully understand why I felt the way I did.

When I was released and waiting on final sentencing, I went straight for my tarot cards. However, the moment I touched them, I knew that the life I had been living was behind me.

I was immediately convicted by the Holy Spirit. I prayed instead.

It’s been over a year since that happened. I never again touched the tarot cards, which were a daily ritual for me for many years. I pleaded guilty and was sentenced to prison, but it was probated. I praised God right there in the court room.

My mornings no longer look sad and hopeless, dying for answers of the world. Instead, I spend them reading devotionals, listening to worship music while taking my sons to school. I have now dedicated my life in every small aspect to share about God’s love, and testify what He did for me and delivered me from.

I am still a single mom, yet I no longer find my identity in the world, but in Christ alone.

I have two sons that have watched me struggle and fight. Now, they have a mother with peace and understanding. I am a woman of faith and grateful for the trials and tribulations that I have encountered, using them to help other young women every week.