Ever since I surrendered to the Lord, He has walked with me through every phase of reclaiming my true identity.

Not only did my cheating girlfriend break up with me for attending a church, but the “trans woman” (my now-husband Simon), and I were both thrown out of the church.

There was a figure wearing white clothing… He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Don’t be afraid; trust Me. No one will be harmed."

Honestly, I didn’t want to be a ‘trans woman’; I wanted to be a real woman.

I no longer suffer from debilitating depression, thanks to my awakening to a new life in Christ.

No one, not even my mother, knew that my longing to be a boy, a budding transgender identity, was based upon my desire to keep my body from being sexually violated.

No matter how many surgeries I had, every time I looked in the mirror, I saw a man staring back at me.

My freedom came as I surrendered my entire heart and mind to God and allowed him to reshape me as a whole person.

As my life took a turn, however, I became extremely excited about discovering God, serving Him, living my life for Him, and making the world around me a better place in which to live. Twenty-nine years later, and there has been no turning back!

Today I absolutely love being a feminine woman. The Lord healed me so gently yet radically!! Even when I was ashamed of how weird I looked and the fact that I had a 5 o'clock shadow and no breasts, I told everyone I could about what Jesus had done

I didn’t know my own body had rejected me. I didn’t realize that my body was simply responding to abuse.