This Is My Story, These are my Pieces.

This Is My Story, These Are My Pieces

This blog, the whole thing, from my very first blog to this moment, is about my life. It is the story of my becoming. I write because this is where I can bare it all. Writing gives me the freedom to breathe, to cry on paper, to remember, and to heal. I'm writing because I don’t want to forget where I’m coming from. I don’t want to forget my journey.

Even though I cannot yet see the light at the end of the tunnel, even though I am still walking through the valley of the shadow of death, I know, deep within, that glorious days are ahead. And when they come, I want to be able to look back and say: this is where I started from. These words, these pages, are my reminder.

But this isn’t just about me. This is about how God has been faithful. This is about walking through fire and knowing that God was there every step of the way. Every single thing I have written, every post I have shared, is a part of my story. It may not follow a perfect order. It may be scattered, even broken at times. But it is real. It is mine.

They say when God wants to make a person great, He first allows them to be broken. This is my evidence. This is what it looks like when God breaks a person, not to destroy them, but to rebuild them in the secret place. And when that person begins to rise, their words carry weight, not because of eloquence or polish, but because of proof. Because they walked with God in the dark.

So yes, this is my story. And I’m not afraid to share it. Because I know someone out there will read these words and be encouraged. This is raw. This is not curated perfection. This is truth. This is my journey with God.

Now, I’m stepping into a new chapter, a part of my story I haven’t shared much. It’s about how God has shaped my corporate journey. How He has kept me, guided me, and planted me in a field of expertise with purpose. He has equipped me with skills for future relevance, placing me in roles that matter now more than ever.

Before I begin to tell those stories, I want to share a few thoughts. These are truths I’ve had to cling to, lessons that have kept me going. They’ve helped me survive the nights, rise after falls, and keep walking when it would’ve been easier to stop.

For God’s Glory, I Will Keep Telling My Story

I love to talk. God knows I love to talk. But I’ve seen so much pain that sometimes, I just don’t have the words anymore. I get so emotionally and mentally overwhelmed that even speaking feels heavy. There are days I want to say something, but the weight inside me keeps my mouth closed.

Even writing, which has always been my safe place, becomes a struggle. I love writing. I really do. But there are times when the emotions flood in so strongly that the words don’t come. I feel stuck. I feel tired, not just physically, but deeply tired in my heart.

I don’t know if it’s a trauma response or what to call it, but I know what it feels like: a kind of silence that swallows even the desire to create.

But for God’s glory, I will keep pushing. I will press through the silence, through the heaviness, through the exhaustion. Because this story is not just mine. It is God’s testimony through me. And even if I have to whisper it through tears or write it with shaking hands, I will tell it.

Because someone, somewhere, needs to know they’re not alone.

And I need to remember, too: that even in this silence, God is with me.

"These Are My Pieces"

They often say, there are two sides to every story. That sounds fair, doesn't it? But the deeper truth is this: most people already know which side they want to believe before they've even heard a word. You can be standing right in front of them, telling the truth from the depths of your heart, the truth as it is, as it happened, with no distortion, no exaggeration, yet they will still say, let's hear the other side.

It’s not about fairness. It’s not about balance. It’s a decision, deliberate and internal, not to believe you. Most of the time, it's personal. Believing you would mean confronting what they truly feel about you. It would mean honoring your pain, your integrity, your reality.

And for some, that is too much. For some, your truth offends the quiet contempt they carry for you. It interrupts the narrative they have crafted about you. Believing you would mean treating you with the dignity they are unwilling to give.

So even when all signs point to the fact that the “other side” is a lie, they will still cling to it. Not because it is true, but because it serves their agenda. It gives them an excuse not to stand with you. It feeds the hidden hatred, the quiet bitterness, the envy they’ve masked behind politeness. It kills them to support you, so they wait for the moment when they can jump on the bandwagon against you. Not because you’re guilty, but because your downfall delights them.

And so I’ve come to a place of peace. If people will still choose what side to stand on, regardless of the truth, then I too will choose my side. I will stand on my story. I will hold it high, not as a version, but as the truth. I will declare it boldly, because it is not skewed by emotion or desire, but anchored in reality, in experience, and in God.

The devil is not lazy. He works hard. He schemes. He organizes. And often, he is successful. Not because he is strong, but because there are people, plenty of them, with the same darkness in their hearts who will help him win. So yes, majority may carry the vote. But what if the majority is wicked? What if it’s 50 people plotting against one? Does that make the 50 right? Or does it just make them louder?

But the Lord of hosts sees. The Lord who formed me in the womb and called me by name knows the truth. He saw them when they schemed. He heard every whisper in every secret meeting. He felt every blow they struck in silence. His eyes are on me, and He does not forget.

So I say this: if I must fall, let it be because of my integrity. But integrity will not be my downfall. Because the Word says, when the enemy comes in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord will lift up a standard against him. Some trust in horses, others in chariots, but we trust in the name of the Lord. The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run into it and are safe.

When the Lord wants to make a man great, He breaks him into pieces. These are my pieces. Broken, yes, but still mine. And in these pieces lies my power. I get to tell my story. And I get to tell it as the story, the only one that carries the weight of truth.

Let me share them with you. (To be continued)......