I was sitting in church, surrounded by thousands of people, and I felt completely alone. The pastor was explaining why they had the truth and everyone else was wrong, and something inside me broke. I realized I’d been letting everyone else tell me what God thinks instead of having my own one-on-one relationship with Jesus.

That’s when I decided to try something different: What if I just talked to Jesus directly? Turns out you don’t need an appointment!

But talking to God and hearing from God are two very different things. I threw myself into it completely – 4 AM prayers, deep Bible study, researching everything about spiritual warfare and prayer, fasting, pouring my heart out in those quiet morning hours. Days turned into weeks. Sometimes I felt like I was talking to the ceiling. Sometimes I wondered if I was fooling myself.

And honestly, I was drowning. Depression had wrapped around my mind like a heavy blanket that I couldn’t shake off. Anxiety whispered lies that kept me awake at night, replaying every failure, every fear, every “what if” until my chest felt tight and my thoughts raced in endless circles.

Then came one of those nights. I was tossing and turning, my mind spinning with worry and darkness. I looked at the clock – 3 AM. The anxiety was so thick I could barely breathe. Depression whispered that this was my life now, that this darkness would never lift, that even God had given up on me.

Something inside me snapped. I couldn’t lie there drowning for one more second. My chest felt like it was being crushed, like invisible hands were wrapped around my throat, squeezing tighter with every anxious thought. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t escape the suffocating darkness that had become my constant companion.

I stumbled out of bed and made my way to my prayer room, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. My legs felt weak, my hands were shaking, and by the time I reached the floor, I wasn’t kneeling anymore – I had collapsed. Face down on the carpet, sobbing, choking on my own desperation.

I felt like I was dying inside. The weight of depression, the crushing grip of anxiety, the overwhelming sense that I was completely alone in the universe – it all pressed down on me until I thought my soul might shatter. I couldn’t even form words. All I could do was cry out from the deepest, most broken place in my heart.

That’s when something extraordinary happened.

It started as a warmth in my chest, like someone had lit a candle in the coldest, darkest room. Then suddenly, it was as if invisible hands reached down and began lifting this massive weight that had been crushing my spirit. Layer by layer, the weight was being peeled away from my soul. I could breathe again.

And then the love came. It wasn’t just a feeling – it was like being wrapped in the arms of someone who had been searching for you your entire life. Pure, overwhelming, unconditional love poured over me like warm honey, filling every crack in my broken heart. It was love that saw straight through every wall I’d built, every mask I wore, every lie I believed about myself. Love that whispered, “I’ve been waiting for you to stop trying so hard to earn what I’ve already given you freely.” In that moment, I understood what grace actually meant – not as a concept, but as a living, breathing reality washing over my broken soul.

In that moment, lying on my prayer room floor, I didn’t see a vision or hear a voice… But I KNEW – with the kind of knowing that bypasses your brain and lands straight in your heart – that this love, this freedom, this peace I was experiencing wasn’t meant to stay trapped inside me. Somehow, some way, I had to share this with others who were drowning just like I had been. But I had no idea how.

From that night forward, everything changed. I started waking up naturally around 4 AM, drawn to that same prayer room like a magnet. Each morning, I would pray, and something different would happen – prayers would flow out of me that I’d never prayed before. They were specific, direct, addressing the exact battles I was facing. I started writing them down, one by one, not knowing why, just knowing I needed to capture them.

Slowly, my life began to transform. The depression that had been my constant shadow started to lift, like heavy clouds finally breaking apart to let sunlight through. The anxiety that used to grip my chest and steal my sleep began to loosen its hold. I wasn’t just surviving anymore – I was actually living again.

People started to notice. Friends would look at me with curiosity, asking what was different. Family members commented on the strength they heard in my voice where there had been exhaustion just weeks before. The love I’d experienced that night didn’t stay with me – it spilled over into our home, touching everyone around me.

When they asked what had changed, I hesitated at first. How do you explain a 3 AM encounter with God’s love? How do you describe prayers that felt like they came from somewhere beyond yourself? But eventually, I started sharing – carefully at first, then more openly as I saw how hungry people were for something real.

I began sharing the prayers with a few close friends and family members. And something incredible happened – their lives started changing too. A friend who had been battling addiction for years found a strength she’d never experienced before. A family member trapped in cycles of fear and worry discovered a peace that surprised even them. One by one, people were experiencing breakthroughs in their own spiritual battles.

The responses were overwhelming. People would reach out weeks later, telling me about breakthroughs they’d experienced, battles they’d won, peace they’d found in the middle of their storms. I started realizing that what I thought was just my personal struggle was actually something much bigger – a battle that countless others were fighting in silence.

I couldn’t ignore what was happening. The same prayers that had pulled me out of my darkest moment were doing the same for others. Eventually, I felt a responsibility to make them available to anyone who might need them. I compiled the prayers into a simple book and quietly released it, hoping it might help a few people.

I never expected what came next. We couldn’t keep the book on the shelves. Every time we restocked, it would sell out again within days. Testimonials came pouring in from people sharing how this little prayer book was changing their lives. Stories of depression lifting, anxiety breaking, addictions being overcome, relationships being restored – the same freedom I had experienced was spreading to thousands of others.

Before I knew it, over 100,000 people had found these prayers.

That’s when I realized the truth: what I thought was my personal battle was actually a war that thousands of Christians were fighting in silence. People everywhere were struggling with depression, anxiety, fear, addiction, broken relationships – spiritual battles that felt overwhelming and isolating.

Many people felt stuck, not knowing how to fight back spiritually. They wanted something more than just encouragement – they needed practical tools, prayers that addressed their specific struggles, ways to actually engage in spiritual warfare instead of just enduring the battle.

That’s when I understood my purpose. God hadn’t just rescued me from depression and anxiety – He’d given me something to share. Faithstone became my way of making sure anyone fighting these same battles could find the same weapons that had set me free.

This is just the beginning. I started with prayers because that’s where God started with me. But the vision is bigger – we’re creating resources and tools that empower you to build your own deep, personal connection with Jesus. Tools that help you hear His voice for yourself, make decisions guided by His love, and experience the freedom that comes from walking directly with Him.

You’re not alone in this journey. Whether you’re struggling with depression, anxiety, broken relationships, or just feeling distant from God – there’s hope, there are tools that work, and there’s a love waiting for you that’s deeper than anything you’ve experienced.

I believe God brought you here for a reason… Welcome to the family.