Life taught me fear at an early age. As a child, I was molested—something no child should ever endure. My mother, a single mom doing her best, went through two abusive marriages. Our home was filled with survival, not safety. My heart grew up faster than it should have, and trust became something I couldn't afford to give.

Then one day, everything changed.

God sent us a gift. His name was Roger—our amazing dad. He wasn’t my biological father, but he was the only man on this earth I ever trusted. With him, there was no fear. Whether we were working on a project or taking a nap, I felt peace. I didn’t need to look over my shoulder. I didn’t need to protect my heart. I was safe. I was loved. I was seen.

Looking back now, I thank God every single day for Roger. He showed me what love could look like—pure, strong, gentle, and real. And while I’m grateful beyond words, I also sometimes wish I had known I could trust God that deeply much earlier in life. It would’ve saved me from searching for affection in the wrong places. It would’ve saved me from years of heartache.

But here's the beautiful thing about God's timing: even when it feels late, it's always right on time.

At 52 years old, I can finally say I’ve learned to love God with a childlike heart. Not because I have all the answers—but because I’ve stopped needing them. I don’t worry like I used to. I rest in Him. I walk with Him. And I trust Him with the kind of faith that fear can’t touch.

These are some things I do regularly to strengthen my faith and silence fear:

I talk to God like a child – simple, honest, and often.

I keep scripture close – little reminders of God’s promises.

I worship in the mess – I don’t wait for perfect moments.

I remind myself of my story – not to relive the pain, but to celebrate the healing.