When My Sister In Christ Became My Crisis In Faith

Several years ago, I grew weary of my waywardness and turned to Christ. A Christian sister played a pivotal role in this transformation; she showed me kindness and guided me closer to Him. From the moment she found me, she embraced me as a sister, took me to church daily, and encouraged me to join various church groups. Thanks to her support and influence, I was accepted into the church choir. She wasn’t just a mentor to me; she helped many other women find Christ, earning the affectionate title of "Godmother," despite being as young as we were.

She became my confidante, and I shared all my secrets with her. She urged me to let go of my past and move forward in the faith that had become my salvation. We fasted together, attended conventions, sang, and did nearly everything side by side.

Two years later, the pastor’s son returned from abroad and joined our choir. Although he didn’t have the best voice, his enthusiasm was infectious. We often teased him about his singing. Soon after he joined, I noticed he had a keen interest in me. He would check on me if I missed choir practice or church, even visiting my home. Eventually, he proposed, and I asked for time to pray about it.

I rushed to my Godmother to share the news. Before I could finish, she exclaimed, “I knew it! The Holy Spirit revealed it to me long ago, but I wanted to be sure. Sister, let’s pray for God’s guidance.” We fasted for three days and prayed fervently. She would ask, “Have you heard from the Lord?” and I would reply, “No, not yet.” Her response was always, “Let’s keep praying.”

While we were deep in prayer, the pastor’s son continued to seek answers, and I kept delaying. Weeks later, I noticed his interest had faded. One evening after church, I approached him to say yes, but he seemed disinterested. He later told me, “As I prayed about us, the Lord revealed that you don’t have a womb, so I need to be cautious about my decision. Please allow me more time to seek God’s will.”

That night, I was devastated. It felt as if something precious had been taken from me. I cried and prayed on my way home, pleading with God for it not to be true. I called my Godmother, and she rushed to comfort me and pray with me. The pastor’s son never mentioned the proposal again, and eventually, he returned to Australia, ending our connection.

After a Sunday service, a gentleman named Mike approached me. He complimented my singing and handed me his card. Just as we were parting ways, my Godmother joined us. I introduced her to Mike and shared his kind words. We all laughed, and Mike left. When I showed my Godmother the card, she remarked, “He’s a big deal—a CEO of a major company?” It was then that I noticed the details on the card.

Months later, Mike proposed. Again, I informed my Godmother, and she suggested we pray about it. Given my experience with the pastor’s son, I wanted to act quickly. A week later, I told Mike I accepted his proposal, and he was overjoyed. After the excitement settled, he asked, “Do you think your Godmother likes you that much?” I replied, “She’s all I have left in this world.” He cautioned, “You should be careful around her.” I tried to dig deeper, but he wouldn’t elaborate.

I became anxious. Mike had only met my Godmother once; how could he form such an opinion? And if he didn’t like her, how would our relationship work? Since he wouldn’t say more, I let it go.

As we began planning our wedding, Mike insisted I keep it a secret from my Godmother. I objected, listing reasons why that was a bad idea. He insisted, even begging me to keep it quiet until we announced it in church. Reluctantly, I agreed, but I couldn’t shake my curiosity about why Mike was being so vague. He eventually invited me over one evening.

That’s when he played a recording on his phone. “Can you recognize the voice?” he asked. I replied, “That sounds like my Godmother.” “Great!” he said. “Now listen closely.” The voice began to speak…

“You men often bring trouble upon yourselves. You’re the reason for many marital issues. You see a woman singing beautifully in church and suddenly fall in love. Do you truly know her? Do you understand the spirits that follow her? Do you know her background?

I began to tremble. “No, that can’t be my Godmother. Or maybe she’s referring to someone else?” Mike shushed me. The voice continued…

“You should have asked her why the pastor’s son left her. Cecilia had two abortions, and the last one nearly took her life. That’s when she turned to the church for deliverance. When I revealed this truth to the pastor’s son, he thought I was lying until God showed him that the girl he loved didn’t have a womb.”

In that moment, I felt frozen. It was as if my spine had been removed. I couldn’t sit or stand. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I kept asking Mike, “Are you sure that’s Godmother’s voice? Please tell me it’s not true. She wouldn’t do that to me.” Mike replied, “Now you’ll believe me when I say to be cautious of her.”

The voice continued: “When you men come around, you ignore the good women and chase after the damaged ones. How can you expect a happy marriage if you choose the wrong partner?”

I was too shattered to respond, but I saw this as an opportunity to confront my past. I told Mike, “It’s true. The last one nearly killed me because of a poor choice. When Godmother found me, I was completely broken, so I confided in her. I’m not that girl anymore. I’ve changed, though my past may still have consequences.”

Mike was warm and understanding. That night, I knew he was meant for me. He said, “If we all brought our pasts to the table, none of us would deserve each other. If I had cared about what she said, I would have run away like the pastor’s son. Let’s keep moving forward.”

The next day, when I saw my Godmother, I wanted to confront her. I felt disgusted by her. All the respect I had for her vanished. She sensed something was off and asked, “Is everything alright?” I replied no. She probed further, “Is Mike showing any disinterest?” I smiled and said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you. We’ll announce our wedding on Sunday. We’ve been planning for a while.”

Her demeanor shifted instantly, but she feigned excitement, exclaiming, “Oh thank God! I’m so happy for y” I cut her off, “Shut up! I know everything you’ve been doing behind my back. You’re the reason the pastor’s son left me!” My anger flared. She saw the rage in my eyes and began to retreat, saying, “Don’t let the devil come between us.” I demanded, “Why did you share my secrets with Mike? Did you want him to leave me for you? Do you think you deserve better because you’re God’s favorite?”

She denied everything—denied the voice, denied telling the pastor’s son my secrets, and even called Mike a devil sent to destroy us. I reported her to the pastor, sharing the recording, and he was shocked. “If it weren’t for the voice, I wouldn’t have believed this. Your own Godmother treated you this way?” The pastor called her multiple times, but she never showed up, likely too embarrassed. Eventually, she left the church.

I know where she is now and which church she attends, but she no longer holds any significance for me. What matters now is keeping my husband and our two-year-old daughter happy and fulfilled.

—Cecilia

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