When I walked out of that house with nothing but a suitcase and my son’s hand in mine, I didn’t know I was stepping into the fiercest spiritual battle of my life. I left quietly. They responded with lies, traps, slander, and obsession that lasted for years. Their accusations cost me my brother and carved a wound that will never fully heal this side of heaven. But God used that fire to forge a prophet. This is the breaking that became my awakening.