There was a time in my life I was involved in same-gender relationships. To put it short, I was a lesbian. I did it for years. Sometimes, I slept with men too, but I preferred the company of women. I didn’t just date any woman. I had my preferences. You had to be willing and financially stable enough to sponsor the kind of lifestyle I wanted.

With every woman I met, I was so much in love with them. I was a treasure that was loved and accepted. Even with all the luxury of it all, deep down, even though I didn’t like to admit it, I knew there was a vacuum inside me waiting to be filled.

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I was jumping from one thing to the other, from one place to the other, trying to fill that empty space. But, something changed. Something did. And it changed my life for the better, and all because I found Jesus. Not the God I had been introduced to, the strict one, but a God who is a sweet Father, an amazing lover, and most importantly, a good friend to me.

My journey back to Him happened one step at a time. Many times, I tried to take my life back, but somehow, I always found myself firmly rooted at His feet, as if to say, ‘I won’t leave until He blesses me.’

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My story has changed. The Bible says, “Whom the Son sets free is free indeed.” I stand here to reiterate that I am new, a new creation. My story is a testament to God’s faithfulness. He is a faithful friend, and His mercy endures forever.

Somebody scream Amen? Amen!

—Amen

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