Prayed Upon

If you've read my previous testimony, The Collapse of Fortune, The Rise of Faith: A Journey to Christ, you already know the path I walked to find faith. That story laid bare my downfall the collapse of my worldly success, the betrayal that shattered my business and friendships, and the darkness that nearly consumed me before I surrendered to God's grace. It was a testimony of loss, brokenness, and redemption.

But my journey didn't end there. In many ways, it was only the beginning.

This book is not just a follow-up it's an unfiltered, brutally honest look at life after choosing to walk with Christ. Many believe that coming to faith means stepping into an easier life, where struggles fade, and peace replaces hardship. But I have learned firsthand that following Christ often means stepping straight into the fire.

Some of my deepest wounds came after giving my life to Christ. Not from strangers, but from those I trusted people who were supposed to be my spiritual family. I have been falsely accused, my character questioned, and my intentions twisted into something unrecognizable.

One of the hardest moments came when I stepped into ministry as a youth pastor. I poured my heart into guiding the next generation, praying with them, walking with them through struggles, and striving to be the leader God called me to be.

Then, without warning, I was accused of something that threatened to rip everything away from me.

Grooming.

The weight of that accusation crushed me not just because it was a lie, but because of what it meant. It wasn't just an attack on my reputation; it was an attack on my heart, my purpose, everything I had built. And the worst part? The accusations didn't come from outsiders. They came from people I had called friends. People I had prayed with. People I had trusted.

There are no words to describe the betrayal of realizing those who stood with you in faith were the same ones tearing you down behind closed doors. It made me question everything not just my calling, but my ability to trust, my willingness to keep going.

But I've come to understand something: trials like these are not meant to destroy our faith; they are meant to refine it. The enemy doesn't attack those who are stagnant-he attacks those stepping into God's calling. Every betrayal, every hardship, every false accusation forced me to ask: Do I truly trust God when everything around me is falling apart?

This is where my story continues.

This isn't just about finding faith it's about keeping it when everything is trying to rip it away. It's about remaining faithful in the face of rejection, choosing forgiveness over bitterness, standing in truth when lies are louder, and trusting God when those you leaned on turn their backs. It's about the unseen battles, the spiritual warfare raging around us, and the faith that carries us through when nothing else is left.

This book is raw. Unfiltered. Unlike anything I've written before.

It is nearly 60,000 words long, written in less than four days. Most of my writings take time-I sit with the memories, process my emotions, filter through my thoughts. But this time, I didn't want time to dull the sharpness of what I felt. I didn't want to rewrite my emotions into something more "digestible." This is fresh. This is real.

The anger? It's real.
The hurt? It's real.
The tears? They were shed as I wrote this.

I don't know how this book will be received. I don't know if people will understand the weight of these words. But I do know this:

I am still here.
I am still standing.
And I am still following Christ.

This is my journey. This is my testimony. This is my endurance in faith.