I did not come to deliverance ministry as an outside observer. I came as someone who needed it.
For years I struggled with anxiety. I tried to manage it on my own. I sought therapy — and it helped. I learned coping skills. I understood how my thoughts shaped my emotions and behaviors. I even tried to outrun the pain by moving to different cities. What I did not yet know was that what I truly needed was Jesus.
God pursued me, and I became a believer. But my anxiety did not disappear. I continued to struggle — even knowing, as Scripture says, that fear is not of God. The Word was clear: God has not given us a spirit of fear. That understanding became a lens. If anxiety was not God's design for me, then something else was at play.
Prayer helped. Confronting the anxiety with tears and trust helped. I gained better tools. But I could not fully shake it — and I began to notice something larger. Anxiety ran through my family. When I sat with a cousin and we began naming every extended family member who had battled fear in its many forms, the list was long. What we were looking at was not coincidence. It looked like a generational pattern — a spiritual inheritance that therapy had never been equipped to address.
That was the opening. God used it to move me into the work of spiritual deliverance.