Deborah

"It reminded me of how women in the Nation of Islam dressed back in the 1960s. When I put the sheets on, I felt like a bride, and honestly, I loved it. It made me feel like I was part of something; something exclusive, something unique. At the same time, I was a little bit scared because I thought the prophets there could read my mind or know all my sins just by looking at me. That was the kind of thing I’d heard about their supposed gifting and ‘powers’.

One of the deepest wounds I carried was the quiet, corrosive belief that I had somehow become damaged goods.

It was as if my mind replayed a reel of all the ways I’d been seeking God, often unknowingly. And in that moment, an overwhelming rush of love washed over me, undeniable and profound. I knew, without seeing or hearing Him, that I had encountered God. It was a quiet, personal revelation - an inner truth that forever changed the way I understood faith, identity, and the divine.