My Personal Resurrection: From Crucifixion to Purpose

Sometimes life unfolds in ways so profound, so symbolic, that you can’t help but see the hand of God in it. For me, that revelation came when I reflected on the timeline of my healing and purpose—and realized how deeply it mirrors the ultimate story of suffering, death, and resurrection.

It began in April 2013, just two days after Easter Sunday. Easter that year fell on March 31, and on April 2, I experienced a trauma so dark, so shattering, that it felt like a personal crucifixion. My body, my soul, and my trust were attacked—but more than that, it was a moment that could have defined me forever in silence, shame, and despair.

Yet, like the story of the cross, the darkest hour is only the beginning. I carried the weight of that moment for years, and it wasn’t until March 2022, nearly nine years later, a month before Easter, that the truth fully revealed itself to me. This was my resurrection moment. For the first time, I processed the reality of my trauma, faced it head-on, and allowed the light of truth to break through the darkness. I was no longer defined by what happened to me—I was rising from it.

The story didn’t stop there. Around Easter 2024, I met my co-author, someone who would walk with me in shaping this story into something bigger than my personal healing—a testimony that could empower, inspire, and bring light to others. Together, we transformed pain into purpose, turning suffering into a message of hope and courage.

By Easter 2025, I completed my book—a tangible fruit of a journey that began in suffering and ended in purpose. What’s staggering is how the timing aligns with Easter, year after year. The pain, the revelation, the collaboration, the fruit-bearing—it’s all symbolic of crucifixion and resurrection, of death giving way to new life.

Looking back, my journey reminds me of something vital: suffering does not have the final word. Truth, courage, and purpose rise above trauma. Just as the cross led to resurrection, my darkest moments led me to my power, my voice, and my ministry. My life became living proof that even when death—or despair—feels absolute, new life is possible.

This is my testimony: I was crucified, and I rose. I faced the deepest darkness, and God turned it into light. My story, my book, my voice—these are the fruits of a resurrection that is ongoing, alive, and unstoppable.

Amen.

I am not the savior, but a voice that helps save others.