The Story of How God Conceived His Vision in Me

I didn’t always know I was chosen.

For a long time, I just felt different. Misplaced. Like I didn’t quite belong anywhere.

While other people seemed content just going through life, something deep inside me kept whispering,

“There’s more.” I saw the world through a different lens, one shaped by truth, compassion, and an unexplainable desire to love deeply.

I was a visionary long before I knew the Word.

I carried dreams that didn’t make sense to anyone around me.

I believed in kindness even when cruelty seemed easier.

I wanted people to see what I saw, the beauty, the potential, the God-glow hidden inside every soul.

But that kind of heart,

The pure, giving, open kind.

It felt more like a curse than a blessing.

People used it.

People took advantage of it.

People drained me, broke me, and walked away without understanding the weight of what they took.

And every time it happened, it left a deeper ache behind.

A quiet, suffocating hurt that made me wonder why no one “got” it. Why no one saw love the way I did.

Eventually, the pain became too much.

I shut down.

I couldn’t give anymore.

I didn’t want to try anymore.

I didn’t even want to live anymore.

Then came 1996.

My breaking point, and God’s beginning.

One day, in the middle of my darkness, I randomly came across a small copy of Our Daily Bread.

Just a little devotional, nothing fancy, nothing loud.

But it met me right where my heart had collapsed.

I started reading one page. Then another. Then another.

For the first time, something felt like home.

I bought my first Bible so I could follow along,

and as I read, it was like breath entered my lungs again.

The truth I longed for was suddenly before me.

The compassion my heart kept searching for was written in red letters.

The wisdom I was craving was tucked inside every chapter.

That’s when the shift happened.

That’s when I realized the longing inside me wasn’t loneliness, it was calling.

The pain I carried wasn’t punishment, it was preparation.

The “different” I felt wasn’t rejection, it was distinction.

God had conceived something in me long before I ever understood it.

He placed His vision inside me.

A vision to love.

A vision to see deeper.

A vision to call people higher.

A vision to live and lead as a Love Being.

My journey to love didn’t start with people loving me,

it started with God loving me back to life.

Everything I was searching for.

Every answer.

Every healing.

Every reason to stay alive.

It was all in His Word.

That was the moment my purpose awakened.

That was the moment CommitPraiseLove was planted, even though I didn’t know its name yet.

That was the moment the girl who felt like she didn’t belong finally realized,

God didn’t make me to “fit in.”

He made me to stand out,

because He chose me to carry His vision of love.

And now, everything I create, everything I say, everything I build,

flows from that moment He breathed new life into my broken spirit.

This is my story.

This is my calling.

This is the birth of the Love Being movement.

And this is only the beginning.