As I was writing this book, I began to see some sad moments in my story. One being when I talked to the bishop that Tuesday about what I was going through. He told me to come to church on Sunday. We are talking five days later. My heart breaks knowing that he was having a service later that night and again on Friday. I told him with tears pouring down my face that something evil had entered into my body and that I needed an exorcism to get it out. For all bishops, pastors, and ministers reading this book, when someone calls you for "help," please don't put them off because you have a program to follow. God sent them to you for a reason. I was going through spiritual warfare, and I knew I needed to be at a church, not a mental hospital. My situation could have turned out very badly. The devil could have caused me to hurt myself or someone else. Remember, I thought I was obeying God. I would have done whatever he told me to do. I believe now that God was teaching me to trust and depend only on him, because he is the author and finisher of our faith. If there is one thing you get out of reading my testimony, let it be that no matter what you are going through, God will be there to see you through. Have you surrendered your life to him? If not, read Romans 10:9: If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you shall be saved. Then repent of your sins and ask him to come into your life and make him your Lord and savior.