I would like to tell you the story of how Jesus Christ saved me– and even protected me before I became a Christian.
Note: I will be more open about my Christian life in this blog. No worries, I’m not here to condemn nor judge. I’m here to share my positive experiences, and that includes my positive experiences with God.💖
I never had a Christian upbringing. At ages 6-7, my parents would drop me off at a Catholic church on Sundays and then leave.
At sixteen, I moved out of the house due to abuse. Trying to finish high school and having a job took up too much of my time. I simply didn’t have the energy to be religious.
Then when I was 22 and living on my own, I read a book called Solitary Witch: Witchcraft for a New Generation. It was my first real contact with anything spiritual.
After years of abuse and neglect being raised by narcissists, after years of struggling to survive alone in my teens, after years of dodging sexual harassment because I was a young woman on my own… here was a book that told me I could have power.
And power I wanted. So, I studied the book (and many more after that) and became a witch.
It wasn’t evil in the simplest sense of the word. I never hurt anyone or anything. Actually, I was taught to “harm none.” I was taught many positive things. I cared for the environment, I respected my body, I learned to be empowered.
But it was still witchcraft.
And I was obviously missing Jesus Christ.
I was trying to do everything on my own, without God’s help– so being a witch was a lot of work.
Due to my troubled upbringing and lack of connection with Jesus, I became an alcoholic in my 20’s. I just drank my life away. A few close encounters with death finally made me wake up, and when I lived in California, I decided to sober up. (I wrote about my experience in my book, Living Free of Alcohol.)
Honestly, I was wondering who had saved me from dying during those years when I drank, because it was all so dangerous… I felt like I cheated death, but how? Now I know it was God who saved me.
At age 30, I found myself sober and ready to repair the relationship with my family. BIG MISTAKE. Some abusers never change.
I trusted them too much, and I found myself destitute and on the streets. My best friend offered me a place to stay, so I flew out of state with nothing but a suitcase and left everything behind– including my abusive family. I haven’t looked back.
I continued being a witch– doing spells and rituals for a better life. Nevermind that I never got that “better life” through witchcraft. I kept at it.
I learned the Tarot and began selling readings, quickly gaining popularity and making lots of money. And yet… it just didn’t feel right. There was fun, excitement, and money. But, deep down, it just didn’t feel right!
When I moved to Denver, Colorado, I decided to stop doing anything spiritual. I declared a moratorium on all things new age and witchcraft, and did nothing but focus on college and writing for an entire year.
The lack of spirituality for that year worked as a detox. When I tried to read the witchcraft and new age books again, it didn’t just “not feel right.” It felt wrong.
At the end of my patience, I prayed an honest prayer. “Please, if you’re out there, let me know you are real! And not in some great way. I’ve been through enough in life. Lovingly let me know you are there!”
And a gentle nudging inside of me said “read the Bible.”
That was it. I’d been on my knees before, broken down by family abuse, broken down by loneliness, broken down by alcoholism. And this was so very simple, so very loving, so very gentle… “Read the Bible.”
I purchased a teen Bible on Kindle for $3.99 and started to read in the mornings while drinking coffee.
Six months later, I had read the entire Bible.
And for the first time in my life, I understood. I understood what it meant to have devotion, to have honor, to be saved. I understood the amazing Grace and Love that the Lord has for me, for all of us.
ONE book. After spending so much money on countless witchcraft books, I realized I just needed one book– the Bible.
But I wasn’t ready to trust. In my heart, I was. In my mind, I wasn’t. After all, witchcraft and the new age had fooled me for 14 years. Why trust the Bible after 6 months?
I started reading books like The Case for Christ and Cold-Case Christianity. Books with reliable resources. Not blogs, not conspiracy videos on YouTube, not opinion-based articles.
Real books, with real scholarly resources– historical, medical, archaeological experts.
The wisdom of the Bible, combined with the love deep within my soul, prompted me to accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.
That was about a year ago. It’s the best decision I have made in my entire life, right above to getting sober and cutting contact with toxic family.
Is my life perfect now? No, of course not. But I have a peace inside of me that I have never felt before.
I no longer look to other people for love and acceptance– although it’s nice, I know that my main source of love and acceptance is Jesus Christ. I no longer worry about the future, because I know He’s got me.
I have no need to predict the future or force my will to happen, because I trust His will.
I live a much more relaxed life, full of love and acceptance.
This is the most personal blog I’ve written so far. I’ve enjoyed writing it. I actually look forward to being more real, personal, and direct with you.
Thank you for reading my testimony and God bless 😊