My Rescue Story (and poem)

There was a time when I felt beyond saving. I carried the weight of shame like a cloak I couldn’t take off. I felt dirty, rejected, and abandoned—convinced I was unworthy of love. My mind knew the truth: Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. But my heart? My heart was still drowning.

I wanted to serve God, to live for Him, but I was trying to do it all in my own strength. And I failed. Over and over again. I was a victim trying to be a hero when all I really needed was to be held. To be loved just as I was.

Then, one day, He flipped the switch.

Through the wisdom of a mentor, I was awakened to a love deeper than I had ever known. Jesus’ love wasn’t just a childhood song—it was real, living, and breathing. The truth finally moved from my head to my heart, and everything changed.

I discovered the Holy Spirit—the very power of God within me. I wasn’t meant to strive alone; I was meant to be empowered. The shame and guilt that once crushed me were replaced with forgiveness, worthiness, and the unshakable truth that I was enough.

I devoured the Word like never before. Sermons, retreats, leadership courses—anything that would draw me deeper into His presence. And with every step, I was being made new. I started seeing myself the way God sees me—accepted, approved, chosen, anointed, and appointed for such a time as this.

I’m still on this journey. Some days, I move forward boldly. Other days, I step forward scared. But I know this: Where I am weak, He is strong. His grace is sufficient, even for me.

And so, I will keep rewriting my story—His story. I will keep stepping into my true self. I will keep learning, every day, how deeply He loves me. And I will keep saying yes to who He has called me to be.

Because I am His. And that is more than enough.

Poem: From Shame to Glory

I once was lost in shadows deep,
A heart so heavy, a soul asleep.
Guilt and shame, my closest friends,
A cycle of wounds that would not end.

I knew of grace, I knew His name,
Yet still, I drowned in guilt and blame.
I tried to stand, I tried to fight,
But failed each time—no strength, no light.

A victim wearing hero’s clothes,
Striving hard, yet still alone.
I longed to serve, to make Him proud,
But all I did was fall back down.

Then mercy whispered, soft but strong,
Through a mentor’s voice, a brand-new song.
A holy switch, a love so bright,
I stepped into the Father's light.

Not just a name, but Love so deep,
A truth that made my spirit weep.
The chains of shame, they broke, they fell,
His love had come—Emmanuel.

No longer dirty, cast aside,
I wear His robe, now justified.
Forgiven, chosen, worthy, free,
A daughter of the King of Kings.

Now each day, I rise anew,
Learning just how much He loves me too.
Though fears may come and doubts persist,
His grace remains—my strength in this.

Until I see Him face to face,
I'll chase His love, I’ll run this race.
For I am His, and He is mine,
Redeemed, restored—by Love divine.