Hi, I am Vanessa and I grew up Christian in Idaho. I was young when I first accepted Jesus, as my savior at 7 years old when it made sense to me, and baptized at 9 when I knew I wanted to live my life for Jesus, and he became my Lord at 13 when I gave him my life at a youth conference. I went to church a lot growing up, but with divorced parents and not having a consistent household or belief system, I was often thrown around in chaos. If I was with my dad we most likely wouldn’t go to church, if I was with my mom we would, and many times living part of the time with my grandparents, my grandma always made sure we went to church. I loved it growing up, the music was beautiful, my pastor was funny and made amazing chocolate chip cookies.
My biggest fear growing up was my Dad, and I struggled with fear all the way into adulthood. When I turned 18 I moved out hours away from family to live on my own. The first week there I was so afraid I didn’t leave the house for days, ate crackers and m&ms and hid from the world. That fear guided my every move. I slowly got myself to go to the grocery store, walk around the neighborhood and meet new people. By then I had left the church because I identified as pansexual, witnessed a very poor baptist preacher and I read books about all the bad things churches have done in history. As an angry teenager it was not a good mix, and with all the trauma I went through, I had many doubts about God. I wanted God to be real, so I told him if he was real, he would make himself known to me. Unfortunately I said it out loud, something that makes it easy for the devil to use against me. That assertion about God gave the enemy a very easy door into my personal perception of God. If I would have trusted in the Bible, I would have avoided a lot of confusion and mess.
Because I blamed God for what the church did, I was so distant from him and outside of his will. I thought I found this new freedom, I could do whatever I wanted. I was finally away from the abuse that haunted me and I thought living by my own rules would benefit me. But truly I was alone, stuck, suffering and dying in my sin. I went on lots of dates, made new friends and did what all “normal” college kids did. I drank at parties and smoked weed. I didn’t truly have the desire to smoke but because people around me were, it seemed like the thing to do. And I lived in Oregon where it was readily available. Every time I gave my flesh what it wanted, through my fear of missing out, it didn’t make me happy. It never filled me with joy. It didn’t bring me closer to God. The amount of trials I went through that made my life so difficult all could’ve been avoided if I trusted in God, if I read his word enough to know him deeply. Through it all, God still protected me when I didn’t deserve it. There were times I would drink or smoke and I would stay completely sober, confused but sober. There were two times I almost got kidnapped and God stood in between me and those men and let me walk freely, unharmed. Although I left God, he never left me.
God meets us at our level, and he met me at my lowest. I had moved to a different town to live with my then boyfriend, and living with him I became his girlfriend wife. I did all my wifely duties without his commitment. I worked constantly, at my job, then at home on my business, chores, helping him, taking care of his cat. I was constantly tired. I had gotten deep into new age spirituality, and identified as a pagan witch. I considered myself a white-witch, a term for someone who only does “good magic”. I was constantly learning new practices, belief systems, doing tarot card readings and using crystals. I had my hand in every pot of new age as I could find. I believed in aliens, greek deities, norse deities, signs and symbols, zodiac, birth charts, you name it. I had many friends who believed the same things, so my interest was always growing stronger. I really thought I was learning the truth. Last year I really started to get tired of how my boyfriend never believed in anything because it wasn’t scientific or the truth.
So I was determined to find the truth of the universe. My ex-boyfriend had started using mild psilocybin to stimulate his senses, and I slowly started using them too. I started to see how everything is connected, how everything breathes and lives and points to God. I really started to see how God is real, but I didn’t know who he was. I knew he was bigger than any deity, more vast than anything I have learned about and I knew he had a spirit because I could feel it. I called God “Spirit” for the longest time, which is flawed because of how vague it is, there are many spirits in this world. Once I took the largest dose I had ever taken, I fell asleep and woke up to this beautiful light cast on my ceiling from the sun through my window. The presence of God filled my room and he presented himself in light, so bright I could barely look at him. I knew then that he was Jesus, God the Father, and The Holy Spirit. My five pronged fan turned into the presence of Satan, I took one look, recognized him and just knew I had no fear of him, I pitied him. Angels appeared at the top of these clouds, a veil was drawn away and I started to see heaven. Below the angels were apostles, below them disciples, then followers of Christ, and my family. I knew the name of every one of God’s disciples, even though right now, even through reading my Bible and watching the chosen, I couldn’t name them all. While in this vision I knew who everyone was, and they were all smiling down to me.
God started speaking to me and filled me with this unconditional love, something I could never put into words. It was the best feeling a soul could experience. I was in the presence of God, being loved by him, and laughing at how everything had to happen this way. My trauma happened to make me stronger and enabled me to help others going through the same things, every choice I made, I did because of who I am and the options I had, my perspective and the way I was raised. The biggest lesson I took out of that experience was that God is love at his core, he loved me and Jesus is real. At the time, even through such a crazy experience, it didn’t get me to believe in God. It took months of me continuing to search for truth, struggling more with unemployment, a strained relationship and spiritual warfare. God never stopped pursuing me, I would find the presence of Jesus at my work and I was so confused by Jesus showing up to a pagan. He showed up on the walls in light that formed a cross. He showed up in food I was prepping at work, just pieces of broccoli with cracks in the shape of a perfect cross and the one that really got me was when I was eating Pad Thai one day. I was on break eating and felt the presence of God again and looked down to see a perfect cross made from two green onions, glowing at the top of my bowl. It was incredible and so personal, because I knew no one would believe me if I told them. But that got me to realize Jesus is God and made me believe in him.
I started feeling called to go to church but I had no idea where to go and had never gone by myself before. I found a church through a friend and started going. The first day I went, I was late to worship but heard the music in the hallway. It felt like the church where I grew up, but different. The first thing the pastor said in that sermon was that God is love. At the time, that was the only thing I knew about God. I needed to keep listening. It was truly hearing the word of God that got me to believe in him.
Matthew 4:4 “Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’”
God continues to reveal himself to me every day. He speaks to me through the clouds, music, animals, friends and family and through his word. He never stops speaking, even if I can’t hear his voice. He has shown me sides to him I never knew existed when my relationship with him was strained. Because I accepted his love and forgiveness by what Jesus did on the cross and rose three days later, I was able to have a better relationship with him. It took a lot of pruning in my life, old habits, friends, music, clothing, social media. Everything in my life had to be renewed to be in good relationship with God.
I kept going to that church and a few weeks later God told me to break up with my boyfriend and to follow him. So I did, though it was so hard, I listened to him and followed his guidance. I slowly started using the Bible to guide my life and it was transformative. Every question I had was answered in the Bible. Reading it I felt it come alive and read me. I felt God talking directly to my soul. I was never going to be the same.
I was led to get rid of my witchy items, tarot cards, books, crystals, decorations, altars and necklaces. I had two friends who convinced me to burn these necklaces I used for protection at church. It was so freeing and I was so happy I felt like a kid again. I had this joy that filled me, I was skipping and had not a worry in the world. The catholic community took such good care of me at that time, they were always there for me when I was crying or upset. They got me a place to live and supported me through my breakup.
The funniest thing was I saw God and didn’t believe in him, but when I heard his word and felt his presence, even seeing a perfect cross made of green onions… that’s what made me believe in God. All the parties I went to, all the substances I had, all I drank and puked, I had the most fun at a Catholic mardi gras party where we drank water and sang disney songs in karaoke. I was so surprised that I was completely sober and having so much fun. The way they accepted me although I was not Christian or Catholic was so loving, I knew God had something to do with it.
I am here to tell you, God is more real than we are. Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life and no one gets to the father except through him. The Bible will answer all your questions about life and God, and Jesus is the only one who can be a good best friend. Drugs and parties and alcohol are a distraction and a waste of time, and only hurt your mind and body. You will never get high enough or drunk enough to fix your problems or heal your pain, but the closer you get to God, the more healed you become, the more life you will gain.
Romans 6:23 “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
God met me while doing things I shouldn’t have been, but I was fortunate God is a God of love and left the 99 sheep for me. We cannot abuse his love, he deserves all we can give. Jesus forgave me of my sin, but now I owe him my life for the sacrifice he gave for me. His death on the cross gave me mine, and his resurrection gives me the gift of eternal life. I am so thankful God pulled me out of my pit, so please don’t dig one for yourselves.
1 Peter 5:8-9
“Be alert and of a sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.”
Just like the serpent convinced Eve to talk to him, to go against God’s will, to fear missing out, and to rebel, the devil was able to convince me he wasn’t real, hell wasn’t real and that I was living a righteous life. Now is the time to learn God’s voice versus the enemy’s, and know the truth yourself.
Hosea 4:6
“My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because they have rejected knowledge, I will also reject them, that they shall be no priest to me: seeing they have forgotten the law of their God, I will also forget my children.”