My story
About
This website was born out of remembrance — of scars carried, pain endured, and pain repeated. But this is not a tale of complaint. It is a testimony of gratitude. Every wound, every piercing moment was part of a divine pruning process. It was necessary. It was sacred. It shaped a king in a dress like me.
I share this not to provoke offense, but to open eyes. My prayer is simple yet urgent: that those with stony hearts may soften, that repentance will not be delayed. Because the Master is coming.
This space is for the broken, the searching, the overlooked — those who need to know that glory still rests in His Word, even after the storm.
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👑 A King in a Dress: My Story of Refinement
“But He knows the way that I take; when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold.”
— Job 23:10 (NIV)
This website is more than just a platform — it’s a remembrance. A sacred altar built from scars, pain, and pruning. Not shared in bitterness, but in gratitude for the fire that refined me.
"treasure in jars of clay" — 2 Corinthians 4:7
🔥 The Purification Process
“These trials will show that your faith is genuine. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold…”
— 1 Peter 1:7 (NLT)
God doesn’t just call us — He refines us. Like gold in fire, my walk has been through seasons of breaking, testing, and fire. Through that, I learnt:
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Total surrender when I had no control.
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Total dependence when all strength was gone.
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Obedience, even when it was painful.
🥀 From Pride to Purity
“God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.”
— James 4:6 (ESV)
I didn’t think I had much pride, but the little that was hidden was still a barrier. And my loving Father removed it. Piece by piece, He humbled me so that I could truly reflect His heart.
In my lack, I discovered riches in Him.
In my weakness, I found His strength.
In my silence, I heard His voice.
💔 He Was My Only Hope
“Whom have I in heaven but You? And earth has nothing I desire besides You.”
— Psalm 73:25 (NIV)
I learnt to genuinely love God, not because of what He could do for me — but because He was all I had. He became my anchor, my breath, my daily bread. He was, and still is, my only hope
🙏 A Call to the Broken and the Hardened
This is not a space to offend — but to awaken. To stir hearts back to God. My prayer is that those with stony hearts may turn and repent, for the Master is coming.
“Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts.”
— Hebrews 3:15 (NIV)
This platform is for the broken, the overlooked, the weary — for those who need to know that glory still rests in His Word, even after the storm.
📖 Final Word
This journey isn't polished — it’s real. And it’s proof that God still refines, still speaks, and still raises royalty from rubble. If He did it for me, He can do it for you too.
“He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap; He seats them with princes…”
— Psalm 113:7–8 (NIV)
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