It wasn’t in seeing the historicity of the church, the prophetic working coming to fruition, nor in being raised in a Christian household. My revelation derived from seeing the darkness and Satan, evil in its purest form, embodied within and those I surrounded myself with.
The light found me in the darkest of places and love in those moments I hated the world and myself. In my brokenness, I was restored. I did nothing, I did not “find” God, instead, he came for me and that in itself is a testament as to why I lay down my life daily.