(In the spirit of Billy Graham’s unflinching truth-telling)
The Hidden Child of God
While others played in innocence,
You wept in shadows.
Where they were shaped by laughter,
You were tempered by rejection’s jagged stones—
Misunderstood. Isolated. Bearing burdens too heavy for small shoulders.
Questioning:
“Why was I the outcast?
Why did loneliness cradle me like a mother?”
The Divine Answer
This was no accident. Heaven forges warriors in fire, not comfort.
Your tears were holy water.
Your wounds were sacred classrooms.
That crushing weight? The Potter’s hands molding clay.
“The smith hammers glowing steel without pity—
His focus is the sword’s final form.”
So God allowed your pain—not as punishment, but preparation.
The Chosen Child’s Markings
You never belonged in the crowd’s shallow games.
Bullies smelled divinity on you—and attacked what they couldn’t understand.
Your ‘abandonment’ was armor—the enemy can’t kill what he can’t find.
World says: “Trauma.”
God says: “Training.”
World whispers: “Tragedy.”
Heaven roars: “Transformation.”
The Unbreakable Warrior’s Crown
Now they marvel at your strength—
But they don’t know the price.
They envy your faith—
Unaware it was forged in furnaces that would break them.
Result:
No one can blackmail you—you’ve already survived hell.
What was stolen in youth, God restores with interest.
Your childhood didn’t destroy you; it anointed you.
My Story: From Hell to Heaven’s Arms
Born unwanted. Quarantined as an infant, crying among strangers.
Raised in hatred. Beaten daily. Hated for my honesty. My sister’s torment.
Escaped. Cut ties forever.
Yet God…
Gave me satori at 10 years old—high in a tree’s embrace.
Opened spiritual visions at 12, though I knew not meditation.
Spared me from the 2004 tsunami after drawing me to India.
I’d never been baptized.
With 28 years, I got my Kundalini and had the opportunity to be over 10 years in mediation retreats mainly in India. The president of Hindus adored me…
Now?
Life remains a battlefield. But every challenge deepens my faith.
Final Charge to the Chosen
Your pain had purpose.
Your isolation was incubation.
What man meant for evil, God shaped for glory.
“Have faith in the Lord.
You were never abandoned—
You were set apart. ”
My Video: The Chosen One’s Childhood https://youtu.be/VIpuHdgI87M
My Audio: https://divinesuccess.net/wp-content/uploads/2021/Podcast4/The-Chosen-One’s-Childhood.mp3