I became a reborn Christian at the age of 23.
I met my ex-husband at 21, married at 26, and we had two beautiful children — now a young adult and a late teen. My greatest joy is that both have already given their lives to the Lord Jesus Christ, our Saviour and Redeemer.
My life has had plenty of highs and lows. One of the deepest lows was being raped by someone I trusted at 21. I was also surrounded by alcoholics: my dad, my ex-husband, and my ex-father-in-law.
In 2017, after 15 years of marriage, we divorced, and I stepped out on my own, trusting God with all that I had.
Contrary to some of my lows, I’ve experienced God’s amazing favour in my work life. In one case, I was selected without even an interview.
The company’s board discussed six candidates — five qualified technicians and me, an administrator — for a quality-control role on a training device only the technicians truly understood. Yet they chose me. That was God.
Two years later, the training device was sold, putting my job at risk. God told me not to apply elsewhere but to trust Him. I was then offered another job I hadn’t even applied for at an NPO ministry. It paid slightly less, but I knew God was going before me, so I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
There were other remarkable opportunities too, but to keep the story short, let’s jump to 2020.
COVID hit. I was working long hours from home — but even before and after Covid, my schedule was crazy with late nights, weekend events, and regular after-hours team meetings.
By the end of 2020, I realised my two teenagers were struggling with depression. I asked my boss if I could work some days or half days from home to be around them more, but was told no — if they allowed it for me, they’d have to allow it for everyone.
Then family stepped in. They offered to let my kids do online school at their house during the week, surrounded by loved ones, and they’ll even pay for them to see a psychologist. I didn’t want to only see my kids on weekends, but my hands were tied. So I said, “Yes, please and thank you!” The new plan was implemented in February of 2021.
What started as a blessing, ended in the biggest betrayal of my life. Those who were closer to me than anyone ever, whom I trusted with literally my life, did the most unthinkable things to one of my children while I was 1000% sure they were cared for in a safe place and space. I was completely overwhelmed and traumatised by the wall that broke and all the secrets that poured out that December. I won’t go into detail, as I chose not to take legal action against the perpetrator — or rather, God told me not to. However, I will share a bit of what I felt in the days and weeks after this revelation, so you can understand the gravity of the situation.
How do I know God told me not to take legal action? Well, in short, after I was challenged by one family member to take them to court if I think we can win, I made an appointment with an attorney. I felt ready for a fight, to unleash all my anger and expose the wickedness that destroyed lives. God then told me in a dream not to take revenge. The next morning, someone I hadn’t heard from in months sent me a devotional titled “Don’t Take Revenge.” Then I pressed play on my music app, and the first song was “The Battle Is Yours” by Red Rocks Worship. Needless to say, I chose obedience to God. He is our ultimate and final Judge, so I cancelled my appointment and laid it all at the foot of the cross.
My children came back to live with me, and I was completely shattered. For about three months, I was in a zombie-like state. I couldn’t work properly and struggled to eat — even soft food would get stuck in my throat. I cried most of the day and cried myself to sleep at night. At work, I’d stare at my screen, unable to function, with tears rolling down my face at random times. At home, my daughter and I would sit for hours on the couch in silence, staring out in front of us, crying. I had no words — just numbness.
My colleagues didn’t know what was happening, but would offer random hugs, which I appreciated so much. Only my direct report and my pastors knew what had happened.
After about three months, I snapped out of it enough to know we needed to take some action. Through it all, God was gracious. I truly felt His love and comforting presence. We would not have made it without Him.
By early 2022, the area we lived in felt too close to the people I needed distance from. I also began to worry about our safety. So in February 2022, my daughter and I started a 21-day fast, asking God for clear direction.
Halfway through the fast, an idea came to me: what if I told my employer that I wanted to resign and move to the coast—and asked whether they’d be willing to grant me three months’ severance pay? I shared the idea with my boss, who wasn’t confident it would be possible, but he agreed to present my request to the board.
At the same time, I put my apartment on the market and prayed: “Lord, if this plan carries Your blessing, please send an investor who will meet my price and allow us to stay until we’re ready to move.”
The next Saturday, an investor came to view the apartment. That Sunday, while I was on my way to church, the agent called: “Stop at my office after church to sign the offer to purchase.” The investor had accepted my price! Then, on the 21st day of my fast, my direct report called me in and said, “I don’t know how you got this right, but the board approved your request.” It wasn’t me—it was God.
Suddenly, the shift was real. I submitted my resignation, and our search for a new home—and a new life—began.
My daughter wanted to move to Cape Town; I said no, it's too expensive. I suggested Durban; both kids said no, it's too humid. So we opened a map, weighed the pros and cons of every coastal city and town, and finally found the place we all felt drawn to.
We started packing boxes and booked a removal truck. I was leaving my job for a place where I had no job lined up, with just enough money from my employer and the apartment to last us six months. It was a faith jump!
In our new town, we began trauma counselling, plugged into a loving family church, and started serving right away. After six months, our money ran out, but I was already sharing my testimony of God’s supernatural healing power — He healed in six months things that take others a lifetime to process.
After a few job interviews, I was offered a position that didn’t pay nearly enough. A day or so before my second interview I prayed, “Lord, if they offer me the job, do I accept or decline? Is this from You, or do You have something else lined up for me?”
Then God spoke to me about “assignments”, and I understood. I knew exactly what He was saying, so when they offered me the job, I said yes, knowing it would be only for a short season.
During that season, I got to know all my colleagues, including a gentle, quiet young man. God allowed me to see his character so that when he asked to take my daughter for coffee, I felt peace.
They had their first official date on Valentine’s Day. A month later, he joined us for her 21st birthday, eight months later, they were engaged, and exactly one year to the day they met, they got married. Today I’m also a proud grandmother.
So I was without work for the first six months, then stepped into my “assignment job,” and then God did another miracle.
Two years earlier, I started praying specifically about the type of remote work I wanted — the boss, environment, salary, hours, everything.
In July 2023, a lady from my church messaged me late one Friday. She’d just returned from the US, visiting her son and his family. Her son’s friend had started a company and was hiring. She thought I’d be perfect for it and gave me the email to send my CV.
She and I had met only briefly at church and had never discussed my work experience. She really had no idea if I’d be a good fit. But I knew: this was the job I’d been praying for.
I sent my CV over the weekend, was interviewed Tuesday, got the offer Thursday, and resigned Friday! During my month’s notice at my day job, I started training at night at my new job. I’ve now been there just over two years, and they’ve been very good to me!
My mom moved in with me about a year and a half ago after being given 30 days’ notice to vacate her retirement unit, owned by the same family members who turned our lives upside down. She’s adjusted well and made new friends here among the Evergreens.
My son finished school in 2024 and started working at a restaurant in 2025.
My daughter and her husband are creating a beautiful life of their own.
Our close-knit little family — Great-grandma, me, my son, my daughter, her husband, and their gorgeous little boy — is looking up with great anticipation. We all believe Christ will return for His Bride in our generation.
While we await His return, also known as the rapture of the church, we pray that we can make Jesus known to others so they too may spend eternity with Him.
He saved, healed, delivered me, and set me free. I give Him all the praise!
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This image represents my leap of faith in 2022. Standing at the edge of a mountain, looking down, I contemplated my next steps. When I resigned and moved to a coastal town—uncertain of what lay ahead—I jumped. I knew I would either fall or be caught by the Almighty. The vision God gave me was so clear that it fueled my courage to follow His lead. And He did catch me. All glory to God!
