A letter to Goliath. Spiritual Sacrifice Rebounding. What if we stopped living inside the fear we were programmed to carry? For years, shame lived in me. I floated in whatever version of myself my ego wanted to validate that day—whatever distraction or sin soothed the insecurity of the moment. I didn’t realize how deeply asleep I was. Then I woke up. Thank God. My Turning Point With God In small towns, gossip is currency. And as a business owner, especially in real estate, misperception comes with the territory. At first, the whispers were small, quiet, relentless. False assumptions, narratives that didn’t match my reality. I thought they would fade because they simply weren’t true. I grew up in this community. I poured my time, money, heart, and good intentions into it. I never bore false witness and kept the path of the "high road" it was a personal conviction long before my spiritual awakening. So I adapted. I extracted wisdom from misperceptions, tried to communicate better, meet people where they were, alchemize what I could, and survive the rest. The Sigma Woman Witch Hunt In an ego-driven world, especially as a woman, I learned to dim myself behind the energies that needed control that surrounded me—to make my strengths smaller, disguise my gifts, and let people believe my ideas were theirs if it got the job done. Credit never mattered. Preservation did. But survival is not the same as purpose. And the truth is: I didn’t know God. Not really. I fought Him every step. I questioned everything. I refused to “pew-sit” just to check a box or maintain a social image. I was raised analytical, skeptical, trained to distrust anything I couldn’t physically see. Church often felt performative, like a business rather than a sanctuary. I sensed the lack of authenticity. Yet God stayed. He waited. And in one of the hardest seasons of my life—months of isolation, silence, betrayals and pulling myself out of bed with nothing but a sliver of hope—He tapped me on the shoulder. When the faces I had supported were nowhere to be found, when I had survived so much alone without choosing bitterness, He saw my perseverance. Not my perfection—my heart.