Destiny Testimones: God Answers ALL Prayers

Don’t you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself, 20 for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body. 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 (NLT)

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I had a baby about two years ago and of course I gained some weight. I gained about 50 pounds to be exact...that's alot of weight. After giving birth I was able to loose about 40 pounds with exercise, portion control and breast feeding. I was doing good...10 pounds away from pre-baby weight but I just stopped. I found myself in a stressful situation and lost all motivation. 

Recently, I realized that I was not happy with my weight. So I decided to start on the journey after gaining an additional 10 pounds. So I have 20 pounds to loose plus some muscle toning to combat the loose skin that I acquired after pregnancy. 

I've been on this journey many times before; and I don't like it too much...it's long, hard, and can be overwhelming. But I determined to be healthy, I have a destiny to fulfill and a family to cater to. At times like this, one person comes to mind...my dear friend Abimbola Adeniranye. Bimbo's testimony always amazes me and inspires me. I sent her a bbm a few weeks ago for some motivation and I've been on the journey since. 

Read her testimony below:

So who is Abimbola Adeniranye?

I’m not exactly sure how to answer this. Not cos I don’t know who I am, cos I do! Lol Lemme see… umm I’m a Nigerian girl, middle child born to a family I absolutely adore. Love Jesus Christ and all he is, does, and stands for. Recovering shy girl. Love people and love being able to be a tool when a person needs something. I’m a bit confusing.. somewhat of an introvert and an extrovert at the same time.. I’ll lean more naturally towards intro. I love to laugh. I LOVE food. Like to sleep. I can be quite the creature of habit which is great for consistency sake but can be dangerous for change/growth sake if not checked. My family may use the word “stubborn” to describe me  bleh.. but they may also throw in “honest” and “determined” just to make me feel better im sure lol.. I think that’s enough sharing for now.. My extrovert is loving it but my introvert is getting itsy lol 

Tell us about your weight loss journey?

I’ll go straight to the point. My weight gain journey maxed out at 245lbs 5ft4in and 19 years old. It was in July of that year, at that personal weight high that I decided (again) to lose weight and this time stick to it until I at least could get back below 200lbs which was where I thought I could aspire to get to and no less. HA! I never paid attention to weight loss or gain, or health really growing up in Nigeria, when I moved to the US after high school in 2001, I just kept gaining and eating and the first time I remember a number on a scale it was 190lbs.. needless to say, it kept climbing and climbing and even though (in my mind mentally anyways) I though I was doing my best (looking back now, I really wasn’t.. not consistently anyways). It went up until 245lbs in 2006.

I probably went from maybe about 160-170lbs when i first came to my highest weight of 245lbs in July 2006. Between about 190lbs and the 245lbs, I would try to exercise and diet here and there, lose a few lbs and gain it all back again (and then some). This time, I prayed to God about it, for the strength, grace and help to start the journey to lose weight one final time and God answered my prayers beyond my wildest imaginations (as of that time. I TOTALLY DID NOT see it getting to where he has helped me get to now). I started exercising daily and cutting my portion sizes and educating myself about food, exercise and also did quite a bit of work also in my mind, stretching myself as far as self motivating thoughts, discipline, etc.

What were your main vices?

FOOD! Was and (still is) a major vice of mine. I like it bad, I like it fried, I like it carb filled, and worst of all, I like it plenty in quantity! Lol sooo with that combination, that was a hard part for me. It is still my major struggle. I’d probably be more excellent at this if I could get total control over that. Esp. the portion side. But I tried to portion control.. I didn’t really cut anything out. 

Did you try to lose weight before? What happened?

Absolutely! I would. Do a bit here and there with food and exercise but I would never remain consistent. And didn’t find ways to make them things I could do for me.. knowing myself. That would challenge me but also keep me at it and work for me to stay going for the long haul. I would lose a bit, and gain a lot more. And I didn’t know enough about what I was trying to achieve to make it work for me

How much did you weigh at your heaviest and how much do you weigh now?

I think I answered the first part above already. But I was 245lbs at 5ft 4in at 19years old at my heaviest. Now I’m 29 years old, still 5ft 4in (fortunately or unfortunately lol) and I dance between 145lbs and 155lbs most times. 

What influenced your decision to loose weight?

To be honest, food motivates me. I love food soo much, It motivates me to work out lol. I would be lying if I said the physical aspect didn’t matter cos it absolutely did! I also want to look good. I want to look a certain way to be honest, and I pray God gives me the grace to continue to do what it takes to care about how i look. Another motivator was family; Family is a big deal to me. And looking down the line to my future, I want to be that mom/wife that is healthy and able to do things with my husband, children, grandchildren etc while feeling and hopefully looking good and healthy all along the way. I want to live a life for God the best way possible and that includes my trying to take care of myself as best I can to be the best for him and others around me. Make yourself a priority and those around you that you love will benefit from that!

What was the first thing you did to begin your journey?

Not to sound superrrr spiritual. But honestly, the first thing I did (and kept doing throughout even until now) was involve God and pray to him about it. It was a conversation like every other. I expressed what I wanted and how I needed him in every way cos I couldn’t do it on my own.. but I was ready to join forces with him lol. And I listened to what I felt he was telling me I needed to do in me and around me. 

I also got a calendar that I used to record what I did daily (I have one for every year since then). I prefer hardcopy and not electronic so that I can physically write what I am doing. One of the ones where the whole month is outlined on one page. I used a colored marker to cross out the day I do nothing. So when I see too many of the marker color, I know I need to pick up the next week to avoid too many mark offs on that week. That helped me personally just mentally as a self motivator. Cos I did it mostly with me having to motivate myself for the most part. (like I said, introvert side). I also set goals at every stage.. and rewarded myself sometimes (mostly with fav sinful foods that I can't have until I achieve lol) and set new goals with each one accomplished. Then I whipped out the treadmill we had sitting in our garage for over five years, purchased a static exercise bike, planned my food, researched a bit about what I was committing to do and starting to do, mixed the research up with my personal preferences and got to it!  

Which were the best or most successful techniques you used and why?

For me, portion control was huge. Again cos personally (you have to know yourself but still challenge that version of yourself you know) I love food. I cut out soda but I personally did not want to cut out rice or other faves. So I got to eat it, but with a calorie max for the day, I got to eat less. I guess I coulda eaten a bigger portion of greens or a small portion of rice. I did both at different times. But I went with portion control. Keeping my daily caloric intake to a certain number as much as possible. So that motivated me not to waste it on calorie drinks cos I needed to eat food lol and drinks ate into my calorie count big time. I also did a lot of exercising. Both were hard. But for me, personally, exercise made me feel good (the after feeling tho, never the before or during feeling). And my love for food made the food part more of a struggle for me. I knew I had to do both to get any kind of long lasting result. But cos of my love for food, I did a lot of compensating on the exercise part. Again both must be done for long lasting results and overall health.

What are the best things you have found about losing weight?

The way I look and the way I feel are definitely two of my favorite things. But also a big deal is mentally. The fact that I did this… showed me that I could in fact do more than I though I could. I am more determined than I thought. Not as lazy as I had thought. That I could set my mind to anything and do it. Mentally, that is huge. In every part of my life, I apply it when I think I can't. I remember, I once thought I couldn’t lose weight! Also spiritually, I thought it was more likely in my lifetime for me to see a dead man raised. If anyone told me at 18yrs old that weight wise, I would look how I did by 20 years old, I would have laughged at them like sarah laughed at the angels when she got the message that she and Abraham would have a child at their age. It was the most impossible of all impossibles to me. But hey! Apparently God really can do the impossible! And isf I “join forces with him” and get to it! Doing what I can, so can I apparently!

Is there anything you are going to do now that you never would have done before you lost the weight?

Lol I dunno. Hopefully keep it up! Its still an everyday struggle for a choice between work out and don’t workout.. or eat this and don’t eat that. Or eat less or eat more.. or prioritize and order your life or don’t.. It’s a struggle for me cos it doesn’t come as naturally to me as it might to some people to do the right things and chose the right things. But God is helping me.. and I’m still on his team.. working with him, surrendering to him, allowing myself to be changed by his.. so yea.. hopefully keep it up! And I’m sure some impossible thing will happen that I can’t see right now but I will do.. I don’t really know anything specific to answer this question (fortunately or unfortunately lol) 

What would you say to those struggling and want to do what you have done?

Do it cos you want it and cos you’ve been thinking about it for years.. letting it occupy your mind. One year from today will come… you will meet it, the same way a year ago you thought about it, and now, it’s a year later.. its still there. The difference in next year being different is what you do with the time in between. It’s a daily, gradual, uneventful day by day commitment to doing what needs to be done each day to get you closer that will get you there. You may not have cheerleaders there, I didn’t for the most part, you have to be your own and get it done! Committ to it either you feel like it or not! If you fall off, so what? The tragedy will be to not get back on it! Once you relaize, get back on it and go again, even if you have to start steps back from when you were in the groove. Still restart. Every Monday for me, was restart day cos I fell off quite a few times (and I still do like all the time) lol.. but you get back on it! Keep it up! You do have what it takes to do anything you set your mind to, commit your efforts to, work hard on and and join forces with God to accomplish!

Also, Find the BEST way to do what works for you. Lots of people have advice, don't ignore the good advice. Try it out, and find what works for you and what makes you the best, then do that. And you'll improve YOUR best over time. Make it YOUR own. What works for Bunmi may not work for me and vice versa. Take the good advice, challenge yourself to be better than your best effort, and stay consistent with improving! If you fall off, get back on whenever you realize. It's a lifelong lifestyle  

Workout routine:

Right now; I aim to workout 5 days a week. Most weeks i succeed, But I must end up with no less than 4 days a week. When i was loosing the weight tho, i aimed to workout 7 days a week, minimum of 5 days a week and most days, I did two-a-day workouts (in the morning before work/school and again in at night after work/school before bed)

Right now I do a minimum 3-4 days a week of incline treadmill (4.5miles for an hour). Then I do at least 4 days a week of muscle work; either muscle tone home workout dvd's at home; I have diff ones for abs, lower body,. upper body, total body, pilates, etc OR at the gym, i'll take either bodycombat class (mix of kickboxing, cardio and tai chi) or bodypump class (bars and weight circuit). I LOVE BODYPUMP to tone muscle. Or i go for bootcamp classes once in a week or so (I just recently started taking these). So to summarize: Cardio about 4-6 days a week and muscle tone/sculpt at 3-5 times a week.

Thank you so much for sharing your testimony Bimbo! You are truly an inspiration and thank you for stressing the GOD factor! With God ALL things are possible!!!

I hope you were blessed by this testimony! If you'd like to share a testimony here, please send an email to: destinationdestiny7@gmail.com (you have the option of being anonymous). 

You're blessed!

- Bunmi

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Destiny Testimonies: Rearranged by Destiny

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Sade sent in her testimony and few weeks ago and I was overwhelmed. Her testimony reconfirmed that God is a God of multiple choices! We may make mistakes or may be forced to make decisions against our will, but God is more than able turn it all around! This testimony reminds me that God truly loves us and wants us to have his very best. Please enjoy this testimony and be blessed!

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It was December 2005 when I became friends with a guy who was going to form a large part of my life’s story. I met Bosun through a friend who lived in my estate back in Nigeria. Bosun and I became friends and he quickly won my mum’s heart. She thought he was very responsible and desired to have him closer. Somehow, we got in an assumed relationship. We continued our assumed relationship which seemed okay at the time because I was that church girl who really didn’t invest in relationships. So our assumed relationship was as blank as could be and it seemed okay. Well, until I met Fola who happened to be one of my National leaders at my Christian organization in December 2006. I was also a chapter leader at the time and so Fola and I always met at leaders’ meetings and so on. At the time, we could not become official until our leadership term was over. Fola and I grew so fond of each other and I seemed to forget my assumed relationship with Bosun each time I was in Fola’s company.

Reality hit when Bosun went as far as submitting my name for the US visa lottery and my name got randomly selected. Everyone who knows about this lottery understands that a US is considered a golden ticket in many parts of the world. My mum went from loving Bosun to being indebted to him. He knew this and figured it was time to present his marriage proposal to my parents. My dad had just returned from his long stay in the UK and got all the background information he needed about Bosun from my mum who obviously sang his praises. I had just returned from work when my dad said to me, “You will be getting married before traveling to the US.” To say I was shocked by this news was an understatement! Bosun could have discussed this with me first and allowed me decide whether or not I wanted to spend my life with him. But it seems he also realized my mum felt indebted to him so he did not anticipate any objection from her; my choice would be easy. I was that child who hardly ever questioned my parents’ decisions and I also knew my mum felt indebted to Bosun so I could never find the courage to object the decision even after countless rehearsals on how to object. Fola and I were right outside the church when someone walked up to me and congratulated me for getting ready to be married. We were still not official and I did not think I owed him details of how my life was taking a turn less than I desired. So I walked away and avoided the explanation while I broke down in tears as I got on the next bus back home. Fola had so many questions but left town since I was not offering an explanation.

I convinced myself that I would grow to love Bosun as time went on in the marriage. By the time I realized how far the craziness had gone, Bosun and I were married. We got married a couple of weeks before my relocation to the US, of which I struggled with this reality and considered even submitting my body to him as a defilement of my body. My heart was distraught and I tried daily to understand what was really going on.

After relocating to the US, it only got worse as most of our conversations were centered around submitting papers for Bosun’s immigration to the US. We had not really developed an emotional connection so there was usually nothing to talk about over the phone. 3 years went by and I was still struggling with a decision I could have spoken up against in the beginning. Bosun and I never grew close; we were married strangers and while I felt he wasn’t doing so much to earn my love as his wife, I honestly felt he offered the best he knew how to. Unfortunately, his best could not mend my seemingly shattered life. I had lived in a shadow of my own life for 3 years and I spent many times feeling incompetent about my position as a wife while other times, I felt God let me take the wrong turn in life, and then left me to deal with my own mistake.

I lived broken and bitter for so long and buried myself in church activities as a way of escape from my miserable life. Everyone who knows the Nigerian culture understands that divorce creates a stigma plus I could not bring myself to make that decision. So by mid-2011, I had started consider suicide or eloping to a new place where I would just change my identity as I prayed to God for a way through this misery. I had developed really bad health problems that resulted mostly from depression. I battled with Cluster headaches and high blood pressure; my friends could not understand what was happening to me because I hid my problems from them. I also ended up in very bad car accidents as a result of being so absent minded on the road and just wallowing in my worries. I did not know how God would save me from all the craziness but during this period,

I would hear God’s comforting words sometimes of which He said to me one night while driving home from work, “I allowed all these happen as a way to preserve you. However, He did not say what He was preserving me from; this was the last I heard from Him, for about a year. By early 2012, I had had a full cup of everything; this was after I visited home in Nigeria and Bosun decided it was time to inform my mum of my refusal to give my body to him even after 3 years of marriage. Somewhere in that conversation, I threatened I was going to kill myself instead of letting him come any close to me. By the time I made it back to the US, my blood pressure problems had started again and at this point, I really had to decide.

I knew suicide wasn’t God’s will for me and I was really worried about how my parents would take the news of my disappearance if I ever went with that option. My last option was to ask for a divorce which I disagreed so much with but then, I felt convicted it was the right thing to do with me being at the point of taking my own life and after experiencing all my health problems. This was a tough step for me as I did not have the courage to tell my parents over the phone; I sent my dad a text message and explained what had been going on to him. I had already called my marriage counselor and informed him of my decision and he went ahead and called Bosun to inform him of my decision.

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This was the beginning of another tough phase for me as my mum refused to accept my decision and insisted I work it out with Bosun. My dad on the other hand was very apologetic for not asking to confirm I wanted the marriage to Bosun. He called to say he would support whatever my decision was. I also informed my Christian leaders about my decision and explained what was going on; this was one I also dreaded but to my surprise, I did not receive any objections from them. Bosun’s family got real worried I would pull off from processing his immigration since asking for a divorce but that was not my plan and I assured them I would stick with the plan on that end. Bosun moved on the same year and got married about a year later with a son.

Months went by and I started to get some relief from the consequences of my bold decision. In July 2012, I reached out to Fola who had made several attempts to move on, one of which I was aware because the lady was my friend and she told me. Fola and I had not been in touch because I couldn’t keep up being friends considering what we shared in the past. I wanted to catch up with him but never imagined in my wildest dreams that Fola would have still wanted to be with me. I also reached the point in my life when a relationship or another marriage was the last thing on my mind. I had been broken and needed to recuperate from all the madness. So I did not want to go the relationship route with anyone. In fact, most of my male friends thought I built a wall against men. I just was not ready and so when Fola re-expressed his interest in a relationship with me after we had been chatting for a while, I freaked out and avoided him. I told him I didn’t want a relationship with him; I even explained that I was talking to someone else because it was just too much drama being with him. This was because he was the same one I always loved and felt bringing him back in the picture would raise questions.

Around the same time in 2013 when I felt he should have gotten over me, at least after knowing that I was seeing someone. Contrary to my expectations, Fola still wanted to be with me and after talking for a few months, he had me talk to his mum over the phone who I thought was so unreal in the way she calmly spoke to me, after knowing how I left years ago and how I left again in 2012. So I freaked out again and asked him to never contact me again. I couldn’t deal with the drama but by June 2014, my spiritual father who also happened to be Fola’s spiritual dad called me about a conversation between them and how fola insisted he would wait for me to get comfortable about marrying him, unless I went ahead and married someone else. My spiritual dad asked if I would marry Fola if all the drama was not involved and without hesitation, I said I would absolutely marry him. Fola set the standard for me years ago and he was my consistent prayer for a husband. He knew how to shed light into my thoughts and dreams in life and he consistently challenged me to be better. He had a sense of direction and I knew life would be fulfilling with him, so why not!? My spiritual dad urged me to please reach out and really hear him out whenever I planned to visit the country next.

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I visited and there I was as this man poured out his heart. I wondered how God could take me through the crazy route only to lead me to the point of finally realizing that Fola was my blessing and restoration. God turned my misery into joy; He restored my broken life! Of course, we had to deal with all the side talks and rumors but Fola was bent on going through with his decision to be with me. I just knew I was blessed with my own, in spite of! Fola and I got married December 2015, 9 years after our first meeting.

I finally understood what God was preserving me for. He preserved me for my marriage to Fola. It happened with lots of bad experiences but I remain thankful that God chose this path to mold me and make me into the woman He destined me to be. God beautified my broken life within a year and I have absolutely no regrets.

I truly hope that you were blessed and encouraged by this testimony. No matter what your case may be, remember that God has a perfect plan for your life. Trust him and he will lead you through it!

Has God gotten you through a rough patch? Would you like to share your testimony also? We'd love to share in your joy! Email us: destinationdestiny7@gmail.com.

You're blessed!

- Bunmi

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Destiny Testimonies: Victory at Last!

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Meet Jasmine Irving, isn't she beautiful? After reading her testimony, I was in tears. From a very early age she was violated by a loved one; that experienced had a lasting impact and affected her for years to come.




Here is her story:

Growing up was not easy. I always felt like the odd ball out and everyone made it known. I was brought up in a family where all we had was each other. My immediate family consisted of my brother and me with my mom and dad. The closest members of our family by blood lived all the way in Georgia. I wasn't good at making friends; but I was ok with that because I only wanted to be around my brother and his friends. As a kid I remember following my brother around everywhere.

One night I followed him as usual and ended up in bed with him and my god brother. It was like a slumber party. That night I chose to be one of the boys. My blood brother had already gone off into deep sleep when I suddenly discovered that my god brother was performing sexual acts on me, while I pretended to be asleep. I pretended to be asleep because I was young and scared. I was too scared to jump up and yell. I wasn't sure what the feeling was, I just knew that it felt nasty. So I cried quietly looking at my brother asleep on the other end of the bed, hoping he would wake up and tell me what to do. 

However, that moment never came. I continued to pretend that I was asleep, until I felt enough pain to move and startle my god brother; he quickly moved from off of me. I sat up as he was in the bathroom and cried silent tears trying to understand the act, which was sex. At first, I thought that maybe it was normal but something in my gut said "Get up Jazz". He came out of the bathroom and told me to go back to sleep, but I went to tell his mom instead. He followed me down the hall to defend his actions. Long story short, his mom and my godmother believed him and rushed my brother and me to meet my parents. They both insisted on a lie, they said that it was all a dream. 

Months passed and I got over the situation believing that maybe I was dreaming so we went back to their house week after week. Each visit was filled with tickles, grabs and touching by my god brother all in the wrong places. The grownups called it love and a connection that he had with me; which he also had with his other younger female cousins my age (there is an 8 year gap between him and I). While they enjoyed and encouraged his interaction with me, I just wanted to run away. 

I was confused and thought to myself "Is this what life is about?" I played the role and kept my mouth shut all the until the 7th grade. By this time, I was full blown numb. I had no sense of self-worth. I allowed myself to get bullied as long as it made the other classmates laugh. I never said NO!!

Fast forward to high school, I followed my brother’s footsteps and tried to be his protégé by joining the Junior ROTC program. I hung out with him after school and liked the same things he liked. Yes, I thought I could be a woman lover as well. I excelled in the army program, his dream not mines; but my grades were horrible. I was not focused on school work but was focused on being just like my brother. I was in and out of liking girls along with being promiscuous with guys. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Eventually, I graduated but just barely.

Back at home, my dad was the money maker and my mom made sure we had cooked dinner every night. We were in church every Sunday but my mind was not in the sermon. I started having relations during church service with one of the church members. We would sneak out during beak whenever we had to sing on youth Sundays. I started smoking weed and thought that I was cute. Now I was bold enough to admit that I liked females; it was what I thought made me get in cool with the guys. Time went on and I turned 20 but something in my spirit became visible to my parents, they knew that something wasn't right.

I ended up telling them for the first time through pictures and briefly written descriptions that my god brother raped me. And that I started liking females because I was confused. I sought help through therapy and my mother made sure I was covered in holy oil. By this time, I had one real relationship by this time it was not the best to set a standard; it was verbally abusive.

I was active in the dance ministry at church as well as an instructor of another dance troop with another church. I was living two different lives; trying to enjoy pleasure with the devil but being convicted by the spirit every time I danced. I was lost, even though I was teaching the girls not to fall into that category. As much as I was involved with the church, I was still missing the connection with a male and found myself not being able to balance my growth in life and relationships. But the relationships won so I quit teaching the dance troop to devote my time to a guy who didn't love me.

Time went on and I jumped in and out of relationships until I ended up pregnant with a married man; but miscarried the baby because I was stressed upon finding out that he didn't love me as I had anticipated. I took time off and thought I needed to "switch teams" so I sought love in a female coworker. We dated and her love seemed to be everything opposite of that of men. But my spirit told me that it wasn't right. I was able to leave her but had to quit my job in the process; I wanted to avoid her being disappointment in me leaving the relationship. 

I ended up falling deeper in sin and smoked every day and night, I missed rent payments, started seeking employment at strip clubs, hustling my talent to make change and then ended up in jail! Jail in Upper Marlboro, MD was not pretty; but God saw me through. In that season of my life, God needed me to be alone; in order for me to understand that I needed to slow down and focus on him. 

Jail was truly a wakeup call but when I got out, I went right back to the lifestyle I was trying to escape. The person, who is now my child's father, was not ready to stop smoking and had no job so I still needed to make money to provide for his habit and to keep him in my life. I was still not getting the picture that God was trying to paint for me. In jail, some of the girls told me to leave him before it was too late. I agreed but had no intention of doing so; I knew that he needed me. I was worshipping him more than Him (God).

My downward spiral was still in progress, but it was what I was used to so I dealt with it. Every once in a while I would realize that things weren't right with what I was doing but when you're in a controlling relationship, you aren't allowed to say NO. Whenever I tried to say no, I was called every name in the book. One day, I was kicked out of the car that we slept in; and in the next minute, I was broke because I gave him all my money. This relationship lasted for over a year and each day felt like a year taken off of my life. By the time I was mustering up the courage to leave, I found out that I was pregnant. 

Things didn't get any easier, as I am now in my 5th month of pregnancy. BUT GOD!!! is already showing himself mighty in this battle. He is building walls around my heart, giving me something to truly love and protect (my unborn daughter), opening doors of employment and giving me my life back. I have paid off more bills than I thought I could in a short period of time.

My parents are strict but my praying mother prayed for the right thing and God is not done with me yet. They are helping me along the way, knowing the journey will be hard but I am so glad that the gate keeper to my possibility in life is non-other than the Lord. He has given me a reason to say NO to hurt and NO to her dad. NO to being a doormat and NO to giving him money. I pray he gets better and I pray my journey only gets brighter. But thank God I don't look like what I've been through. I have a job, a car, a healthy growing baby in me, I am back in church and praising him like never before, I'm single but I am so happy that my blessing is on the way. 

I want to encourage someone that life is a story line of sad and unfortunate events that may steer you away from your promise of happiness, BUT GOD!!! won’t leave you there. He will use that mess and put you through a test to allow your testimony to be so powerful that even your enemies will change their ways. I am free from drugs, my record is being cleared, and I am not ashamed of what I went through. I have a purpose I am choosing to live life like I know it. God is good and after all that I've been through, I still have JOY!!!

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Destiny Testimonies: From Misery to Ministry

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Welcome to today's blog post. I'm happy to have you here! My prayer is that you will be encouraged, inspired and over all be BLESSED by today's testimony feature. Thanks for stopping by!


I've read this testimony over and over again. One word that summarizes it all is GRACE! Leslie M. Michelle is a survivor. She grew up in a dysfunctional home, became a mother at a young age, was abused verbally and physically, went through a number of disappointments, attempted suicide a few times... but she SURVIVED!!! She overcame it all and now she wants to help others. She has a ministry called, "Singles Living with Purpose", that will be launching next month.

Read her testimony and be blessed!

My Childhood: How it all started.

My name is Leslie M. Michelle and I was raised in Washington, DC. I am the only child of my parents. I come from what society defines as a dysfunctional family. Some people may have one or two ‘drunks’ (alcoholics) or drug addicts in their families; however that wasn’t the case for me. Every other member of my family had one issue or another. My father was a drug addict and both of my grandmothers were alcoholics. And my mother was abusive.

I was born in the middle of this hell hole. It seemed like I was thrown down from the gods to live in the middle of misery until my time here on Earth was up. Growing up as a child, I didn’t know what a regular family was. But I know what type of family I wanted. I wanted a family where I could talk to my mother about anything; while at the same time respecting her by sharing only honorable things with her. However, I never had the privilege of having that type of relationship with my mother while growing up. My mother was a church-aholic; it was her drug of choice. All she knew was GOD, and all she did was WORK. My father was too busy in the streets. The drugs were his wife, money was his daughter and jail was his vacation home.

My only route of escape was when I was asleep. Words are not enough to begin to describe what I went through as a child; no one knew what I had to survive. I felt like I was always on guard. If I wasn’t being beaten, I was being yelled at; I was talked down to, I was made to feel like I was nothing, like it was my fault that I was given birth to. 

My Teenage Years: A Sudden Change

Now let's fast forward to my teen days, I was 16 and all over the place emotionally. I attended Alice Deal Junior High; this is where my life changed forever. I became a teen mother at the age of 17. And I was told that I had to step down from church activities and the choir. I did not fully understand the reason why. All that ran through my mind was, “wow, this is the church where we are to come and get help; yet I was kicked to the curb and felt ashamed.”  Not to say that I was proud of being a teen mother. I was already dealing with enough disgrace.

I felt like I let my mother down much more than anyone else. I didn’t want the church people to judge her parenting ability based on my choices. I’ll never forget the day when I went to the doctor. The doctor (white female) came into the room excitedly, saying “Congratulations, you are pregnant!” I stared at her in shock as I thought to myself, “Lady, my mother is going to KILL me!!!” We confirmed how far along I was. Afterwards, my mother said “Okay, let’s go. Abortion is not an option.” I was in tears as I thought about how the pregnancy would affect my life.

I stopped for a moment to call and inform my son’s grandmother about the news. I was scared and confused. Her response was, “We can help you get rid of it.” All I can remember was hanging up the phone as soon as possible. I kept thinking to myself, “No! I can’t take a life.” In reality, I was more afraid about what I was taught in church. I was told that if I committed murder, I would burn in hell. So I sucked it up and dealt with the looks, snickering, gossiping, and the shame.

My son was born on April 14, 2001. It was during the spring break of my junior year. I went right back to school a week after his birth. I was determined to stay on track with my education regardless of the bad decisions and choices that I made. I believed that education was my only way out of the life that I was born into. This time around, it was not only about me but I had a son to take care of.

I wanted him to be raised in a safe environment. One that was healthier than the one I brought him into.  I remember having a breaking point; I just wanted to graduate on time. I recall that day; I went to the third floor of my school’s building. I went to the far left side of the building and entered the girl’s bathroom. I dropped to the floor without considering how filthy it was. I remember crying and sobbing uncontrollably. I grabbed my clothes attempting to pull off everything that was bad in my life. I wanted to die. I pleaded with God for the first time in my life; I cried out and said “Help me please God! Please God help me! I'm lost, I need you. If you get me through this Lord, I will not be here again”. It was like an outer-body experience, I can’t say exactly what happened after that. All that I know is that I graduated from high school on time. I walked across the stage proudly with my son in my arms as my classmates gave me a standing ovation. 

My Young Adult Years: A Roller Coaster Ride 

I didn't go straight to college after high school; I lost the opportunity to attend my dream school Florida State. I wanted to go to the law program, to study to become a business corporate Attorney (my dream job). However, I had to stay home (where my support team was located) and work until I figured out how I was going to raise a baby. I also had some growing up to do myself.

During my twenties I made more mistakes, mainly because I lacked self-control.  I dated males as a way of escape from the tainted, abusive, controlling and insecure person that I was at the time. I was so lost, at one point, I dyed my hair ORANGE!...lol what! I was gone. 

One particular situation comes to mind. I had finally mustered up the courage to end the toxic relationship that I had with my son’s dad. I had been looking for a way out for a long time. I needed to do it when I would ensure that I’d be alive and my son would be safe, in a place where his dad could not get to him. One this day in particular, it seemed like my life was going from bad to worse.  I was off from work and my son’s father showed up out of nowhere, looking for me. My boss informed him that I was not working that day. My son’s father suddenly became enraged (he has anger issues) and started going through the entire store looking for me. He was ready to harm me. I got a call from my job stating what had transpired. My boss (who had become like a big brother to me), encouraged me to go to safe place where my son’s father couldn’t find me until things cooled down. I didn't encounter him that day but similar instances happened over time. Thankfully, I never returned to that relationship; I had more sense this time around.

I maintained several good jobs until I decided to attend a trade school located in Alexandria, VA in 2004. I studied paralegal legal assisting. While in school, I gained my hustle back. I worked 3 part time jobs and while attending classes. I was determined to be stable and raise my son well. I wanted to have my own place to call home and get a better paying job. Thankfully, I was able move into my first apartment in 2005, located in Silver Spring, MD (thought i was making it, lol). I was on the subsidy housing program (fancy way to say Section 8) It said to be a good area to live in, not much drama from what I could see. However, drama from my son’s dad continued throughout the years. I sucked it all up because I wanted to make sure that my son had a relationship with his father.

In the middle of all the chaos, I managed to develop a real relationship. It started from a friendship; it was the first time I let a man into my space, a place where I let my guards down. I thought that I was safe but not so much. I wasn’t mature enough to communicate effectively; I hadn’t completely healed from the past. I was more action and less talk, I was insecure and angry. The relationship which was once pure became tainted.

In 2007, I began to draw closer to God. By this time, I became re-rooted in church. I was trying to get right with God; I wanted out of the dysfunctional connections that I was entangled in. I ended the relationship because it was filled with too much negative energy and activities. I remember saying to him, “I'm leaving now because I don’t want to hate you and I don’t know what God has in store for the future”. It seemed like I started to learn when to let go of toxic relationships…well I thought I did.  

I decided to take 3 years off from dating or being in a serious relationship. I was hurting deep down inside. I needed to heal from the past. In 2010, I heard a sermon entitled “Stepping out of your comfort zone in relationships”. Obviously I was in no shape to be in a relationship at that time, but I assumed I was. I allowed myself to entertain a relationship that almost took the LIFE out of me literally. From day one until the end of the relationship, it was hell on earth. I assumed that it was time to step out of my comfort zone; however what I really needed was to seek God like never before.  

This relationship was with someone at church. I was blinded by the reality that not all bad guys are in the streets; some of them dress up and attend church or hold positions in the church too. Disclaimer: I am not saying that church is bad; it is a few people that corrupt the church. I always stress the importance of having a personal relationship with God. In doing so, you won’t be bothered when some people in church resemble the people in the streets. You’ll be focused on the head of your life, who is God and not man!

I entered this relationship during one of the most vulnerable stages of my life. During the course of the relationship, I was abused in ways I never thought was possible. I never thought that it could happen to me! I continued the relationship in denial for 4 years. I was disappointed; I wondered how the church would allow these actions to go without addressing them! I felt so alone; no one from the church came to my aid. People usually gave their opinion about what was going on but no one followed through to ensure that I healed completely. It seemed liked his actions were acceptable in the church, no one reprimanded him. I was completely blown away. 

Thankfully, my brother (a close friend) got involved. He made great attempts to get justice for what had happened to me. But it was all hushed and thrown out. To make it all worst, I was criticized for pressing charges. I was judged for going through with it and making sure that it never happened again to me. The abuse was no secret, it happened in the presence of other people and my daughter (I had a second child during this time). This entire issue plunged me into a downward spiral of depression; I attempted suicide three times. I figured if church people were worse than those on the streets and were threatening to take my life, I’d do them a favor and do it myself. 

The Last Straw

I fought hard to get through this phase of my life. I sought out two different types of therapists; I wanted to have more than one view on the issues in my life. I wanted to be mentally whole, I wanted to get over what I suffered as a child, I wanted to be free from family curses and I wanted to find a reason to LIVE and not kill myself!

Going through this phase tested me on all levels. It revealed how much of a Godly woman I was as opposed to who I thought I was or hoped to become. In the process of getting free (healing from an abusive relationship is a process), I started to catch a glimpse of something that would change my spiritual life forever. I was being pushed, more liked dragged into my calling. I started to analyze friendships and separated myself from bad influences.

I had to realize that if I wanted to live fully for God, I had to cut some people off. Not that I’m perfect, but I was done with the SHOW that the church I attended and the church people kept putting on. I wanted my life to match what I shouted, danced, sang, and taught about. I wanted to truly serve God and his Will. I wanted to be like Jesus 100%.

I was chosen to serve as the head of the Singles’ Ministry in 2011. And I laughed at God, I thought to myself, “God you're tripping!”  I just had another child, I was not married, my business had been aired in two churches, I was dealing with jails, police, messy people, etc. And now you placed ME over a Ministry??? And not just any ministry, but the SINGLE’S Ministry? I told God that he was sadly mistaken. I was still trying to find myself, I was still participating in sexual activities and I had no intention of stopping until I was satisfied. I remember telling God that I wanted out of the mess that I was living prior to be appointed. Well the thing about telling God you want out..lol don't forget to tell him how you want out; because he will give you what you ask for, so be DETAILED! 

I started to take leadership very seriously. I was responsible for the souls of people and because of this, I feared God. I still made mistakes, but I pressed harder than ever before; I was determined to be accountable. However, life still had another curve ball awaiting me. It was a test of my faith. I was finally doing what the church people wanted me to do, my life became more stable and I eliminated the drama that once surrounded my life. I now looked like a reformed church girl! Pah, yea right!  I was 2 years into serving in the Single’s Ministry and we were doing great! I planned a “MEET and GREET” event in the early part of January 2013. I was excited to be able to pull on the souls of Christian singles and help them by what I overcame. The event went well. People were excited to see what was in store for the ministry.

Unfortunately, that first event would be the last event held at this church. At that time, I didn't fully understand God’s plan for my life. I was frustrated; I finally got it together, it felt like I could finally breathe and be free right?!  Well NOT so fast! There was one last thing that I needed to be free from and that was the real deliverance of PEOPLE.

On this particular Sunday, I was in church all day (from about 8am till 4pm), we had an evening service that day. I loved my church, I was a ride or die member! On this day, I was called into the Bishop’s office. I didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary. I was in good standing with the leadership at the time; I wondered what the meeting could be about. Long story short it was the most devastating two hours of my life! This last SET-UP was definitely the DEVIL’S work and I stand on that! During the meeting, I was called everything but a child of God; harsh words were said to me. I was amazed and I couldn’t fathom how these so called leaders could participate in something this. I left that meeting dejected. I called out to God and reminded him that he promised me that he had my back this time. I told him that I was not letting go until I saw the fulfillment of this promise. To be frank, I was broken to the core. I held these PEOPLE in places in my heart that were sacred. 

I left the church, with no regrets. Afterwards, I went into an emotional coma. I was done with church, not with GOD but with the church. I spent three months in my room under the covers, crying myself to sleep. I couldn’t understand why this was happening now. It took me a while to get it all out of my system. But I did! I fought for the promise that God made to me!

A Fresh Start

Eventually, I started to attend another church. I decided that I was not going to serve at this church whatsoever. All I wanted was to hear the Word, secure a solid foundation for my children and move on with my life! I was doing well, I slowly but surely started to cut off all the dead weight from the old church. I made up my mind that if I left them there, I wasn’t going to bring them into the new. They were still behaving the same! So I let them all go one by one, and I had no regrets. There is a season for everything under the heavens and their time was UP!

I was determined to have a real understanding of my relationship with God. I wanted to grow in his light, by his laws and be full of his love. Life still threw a few pebbles my way, but as I regained my power they became stepping stones to the path God paved for me; instead of stones that hindered me and caused me pain. For the Lord will make your enemies your footstool and lawd did he ever!

Now, today where the light is definitely in view; my past has been burned. And the reality of the promise is in sight (that was churchy..lol). I am ready! I am healed mentally, emotionally, and I am much stronger spiritually than ever. I knew I was ready to serve again. I never had intentions on launching a ministry. I remember telling God i wanted to be used to the fullness of his glory. I told him that I was willing to go wherever he led me, no questions asked. Lord, I am your servant forever!

I did not have an epiphany nor did I have “big God moment”. I was just sitting at a leadership conference in November 2015, when suddenly I heard God say NOW! I responded by saying, “Yes, I'll praise you now!” And I did!..lol. During that session, the voice of the Lord was so loud. The word NOW, was then an invitation to praise God; it was a call to service. I had to step out of the session; I thought that it was my phone. I had to go into the restroom and wet my face a bit, I was stunned! Here I was, after finally getting out of the crazy maze that the people wanted me to die in! Like God stop it! I was good with just teaching from the sidelines, and serving on the low...pah!

As soon as I got home, visions about the ministry came rushing to me. And I knew it was time to serve in my full capacity. God allowed me to overcome such great pain, and I knew that he would never lead me in the wrong direction, so I put all my eggs in his hand and today I am here ready to launch the Singles Living with Purpose Ministry.

I look forward to serving all singles in my full capacity. I will work to get you to your full purpose along with ensure that the promises of God manifest in your life. My aim is to teach the importance of remaining celibate until your wedding night. I ensure you that in this ministry you will be pushed into the fullness of your purpose along with empowering you to develop healthy relationships with others. I want to impact the singles of today and show them that without God you can do nothing to fulfill your purpose!

I am ready to serve you!

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Email: lesliemmichelle@gmail.com

Website: www.lesliemmichelle.com

I hope that you were blessed by that testimony, thanks for reading! If you'd like to share your testimony, send an email to destinationdestiny7@gmail.com. 

You're blessed!


- Bunmi


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