The Day I Gave It All to God!
- caroline borishade
- Apr 15
- 3 min read
Updated: Apr 20
My Rise & Reclaim Testimony
My story of coming to Christ wasn’t dramatic or miraculous in the way some testimonies unfold. It didn’t start with light from heaven, but with pain, grief, and vengeance in my heart.
I came to Jesus on a rainy, grey morning with tears pouring down my face.
Looking through the window from my bedroom, I begged God to end my misery.
In my desperation, I asked Him to kill my husband because I thought that was the only way I could be free from the years of emotional, physical, and mental abuse I had endured.
But God, in His mercy, was not in the business of destroying lives.
He was about redeeming and transforming them.
Including mine.
When I had no one else, I turned to Him
I was born to unbelieving parents, my father claimed to be Anglican while being deeply involved in Freemasonry. My mother, grieving the loss of three children to sickle cell, ran from one prophet to another searching for safety and healing for the two of us who were left. That’s how I first saw God as someone to call on like a genie in a bottle.
Years later, as my home became a place of torment instead of refuge, I tried everything:
• Family mediation
• Court orders
• Relocation to another country
• Refuge housing
Nothing worked.
So that morning, I gave up trying to solve it all my way.
I gave it to God not because I understood Him, but because I had nothing else left.
How healing began
I started attending a local church not out of deep conviction, but because I wanted to please God enough for Him to fix my problem. In my mind, my husband was the problem. But God gently revealed something else: He was after my heart.
At first, I would arrive, sit quietly, and leave before anyone could get close.
But week after week, I found myself looking forward to the sermons.
The joy and love in that place softened me, even if I kept my pain hidden.
Nothing at home had changed.
The abuse continued.
The fear was still present.
But inside me, something was different.
I had a Secret Friend.
Someone who knew everything and still stayed.
The God of all comfort was holding me in my darkness.
This is why I rise & reclaim
This part of my story is where it began, not where it ends.
God’s comfort didn’t just soothe me, it began to restore me.
Paul, a man in the Bible who faced deep trials, writes to comfort the people of Corinth and remind them of how comforting God is:
"...The Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God."
2 Corinthians 1:3–4 (NIV)
Today, I’m not only rising, I’m reaching back to help others.
Because the same God who comforted me will comfort you, too.
Reflection Journal Prompt:
• What was your “window moment” when you gave it all to God?
• Are you allowing His comfort to fill the places others don’t see?
• How might your story bring comfort to someone else?
Written by: Caroline
Founder, Rise & Reclaim
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