As a child of God who came from complete blindness, I’ve walked a path where the world’s beauty and pain are felt, not seen—a journey that has shaped me in ways you could not easily imagine. I’ve known the grief of loved ones, a sorrow that shatters the soul, and faced countless trials, from personal losses to battles across decades, to now where my health is rapidly declining with life in peril at 59 due to brain damage from long COVID. In such dark moments, I persist to lean on faith, finding hope where despair looms, doing what I can do rather than sulk over what is beyond my strength, a resilience that carries me through storms few can fathom. My blindness taught me to hear God’s whispers in the chaos, to see His hand in every struggle, a truth I’m compelled to share in defiance of the enemy’s despair, hoping it stirs your heart as it has mine.
In 2011, I turned to prayer, writing out loud words of affirmation and real prayers of my faith in the Lord, despite challenging circumstances at the time, not to start a ministry but to affirm to friends and whoever might see that I’d never deny or forsake the One who undeniably brought me far by His mercy and grace. Nevertheless, my words went viral, touching 1.3 million lives in a year, until censorship halted it in 2015. Strangers found solace, and fellow Chaplains urged me to preserve this witness. So, in my book, I wrote with the intensity I’d give my daughter, crafting a legacy of faith for her trials, but also for every soul seeking light in darkness like those who happened upon my lost Facebook page about Christ.