Jesus didn’t just come to earth to deliver us — He came so that we could live and live more abundantly.
Ezekiel 16:6 says, “And when I passed by you, and saw you polluted in your own blood, I said unto you when you was in your blood, Live; yea, I said to you when you was in your blood, Live.”
That verse is personal to me. There was a time in my life when I didn’t love myself. I grew up in rejection — the kind that wounds before words are even spoken. I was the fourth and last child, born into a home that had already known divorce, remarriage, and another divorce shortly after I came into the world. My mother often reminded me she didn’t want any more children. So, I grew up feeling like a child nursed by rejection and cradled by devastation — loved by God, but unaware of it.
But when I gave my life to Christ at seventeen, everything began to change. One of the first things the Lord did was begin to reparent me. I had to learn love differently. I had grown up being “corrected in rejection,” but God corrected me with love. He drew me with kindness, not condemnation. He began to show me that He loved me individually — not as one in a crowd of His children, but as His daughter.
He started sending prophetic words, reminders of His plans, glimpses of a future worth fighting for. Through His love, He began to peel away the layers of shame, guilt, and self-hatred. He wanted me to see what He saw — purpose, not pollution. Hope, not hopelessness.
But I wasn’t always obedient. Before I met my late ex-husband, there was a time I was the villain in someone else’s story before I ever became the victim in mine. At twenty-two, I found myself in an adulterous relationship with a college professor. I justified it because he was “separated” from his wife for years. I told myself I wasn’t doing anything wrong, but deep down, I knew the truth.
I thought love meant being seen, being chosen, being public — after years of being someone’s secret. I was deceived. We even went to church together. I thought I could worship and still live in sin, but my soul was dying.
If you are in an adulterous relationship, I pray this reaches you in love — not condemnation. I’ve been there. I know what it feels like to want to fill the emptiness with what looks like love but leaves you bleeding spiritually. I pray God delivers and restores you like He did me.
When that relationship neared its end, I went away to a prophetic conference, hoping to hear from God. What He spoke changed my life. A prophetic leader looked at me and said, “The Lord wants you to know why you’re so special to Him.” I waited for her to expose my sin — but she didn’t. Instead, she said, “Every time the enemy tosses you around, you come running back to God.”
That word broke me. It was the first time I realized God wasn’t trying to shame me — He was trying to restore me. He told me my yes would deliver not just me, but generations after me.
When I came home, I let the relationship go. Later, I found out his wife had been pregnant and had lost the baby. That was God’s mercy closing a door I should have never opened.
Even after my marriage later failed, and I slipped again, God still delivered me. He kept me. And for the last seven and a half years, I’ve walked in abstinence — not from fear, but from freedom.
I share my story so you’ll know — God isn’t mad at you. He’s madly in love with you. Repent. Forgive yourself. Let Him heal what rejection and deception tried to destroy. He’s calling you, like He called me, out of the blood, out of shame, out of sin — to LIVE.
Proverbs 24:16 says, “For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again.”
Get up. LIVE again.