My Great Awakening

From Atheist to God’s Loudmouth Warrior (With a Side of LOL)

Hey there, I’m Jeannie—a 49-year-old housewife, mom of four, and former card-carrying atheist who spent nearly 48 years rolling my eyes at “God talk.” Pro-choice, proud of my so-called smarts, I thought I had life figured out. Spoiler alert: I was hilariously wrong, and God had the last laugh!

On November 5, 2020, I got fed up with the politics and the stolen election so I dove headfirst into this “pizzagate” rabbit hole. Picture me, coffee in hand, binge-watching child trafficking documentaries like a maniac, from dawn to dusk. I didn’t want to know, but I had to. My heart shattered into a million pieces—trust me, my mascara didn’t stand a chance. But my pain? A speck compared to what those precious children endure. Cue the divine plot twist!

Then, on January 21, 2021, I hit play on The Eyes of the Devil by Patryk Vega, and—BAM!—God crashed my atheist party. In one holy instant, I saw it: these weren’t just bad apples; they were Satan’s minions, pure EVIL! And when you stare evil in the face, you can’t miss GOD’S BLAZING TRUTH! I leapt up, yelling at my poor husband, Bill, like a woman possessed: “HOLY SHIT, BILL! THERE’S A GOD! LIKE, ACTUALLY!” I’m pretty sure he thought I’d finally lost it—can’t blame him, I was preaching like I’d been zapped by a heavenly USB drive.

Here’s what downloaded: God is the ultimate, eternal energy—uncreated, undestroyed, untouchable! Satan, that sneaky loser, couldn’t touch Him, so he smashed the idea of God into a zillion religions, infecting each one with lies. Newsflash: there’s no “religions”—ONLY CHRISTIANITY, God’s one true path! It’s been a cosmic psy-op, a divide-and-conquer scam, and Satan’s probably high-fiving himself for it. Joke’s on him—God’s not laughing.

My awakening was a three-day wild ride. Day two, I stumbled onto my deck, and the world looked like a cheap knockoff of God’s creation—THEIR fake matrix, not His masterpiece. They’re using OUR CHILDREN for their wickedness! I collapsed in my shed, sobbing so hard I figured I’d either meet Jesus or need a new face. “God, give me their pain!” I wailed, drowning in tears and, let’s be real, a questionable amount of snot. I skipped food, water, even the bathroom—grief erased everything. When Bill found me that night, he probably wondered if he’d married a swamp creature. Into bed I went, a holy mess.

Day three? HALLELUJAH, I woke up READY TO RUMBLE! I felt like God handed me a sword, a horse, and His indestructible armor, whispering, “Go get ‘em, kid!” I’d always been tough, but this? This was SUPERHUMAN, GOD-FUELED FIRE! I was ready to storm the gates of hell for Him, no cape needed—just faith and a whole lotta grit.

Funny thing is, God was never on my radar. I’d always protected Christianity, mind you, but only because I pitied believers as weaklings leaning on a fairy tale. Me? I was Miss Independent, morally solid (with more than a few oopsies I still repent for). I prided myself on not hurting others, always tuned into people’s struggles. But without God, I was just a loudmouth with no anchor. Now? I’m His loudmouth, and I’m not apologizing!

This awakening is FACT—no doubts, no wobbles. God gave me His clarity to see this world’s true face: a prison run by evil, where demons masquerade as “progressive” heroes. Our institutions, our money, our systems—they cage us, poison our bodies, and twist our minds. They’ve spun BABY MURDER into a “kind” choice, luring millions into Satan’s rituals. I chuckle now at how I bought that lie—pro-choice Jeannie, meet pro-GOD Jeannie!

I ache that I didn’t raise my kids in faith, but I’m comforted knowing I gave them big, God-ready hearts. I taught them to do right, to love fiercely, to value people over stuff. They’re out there, spreading compassion like confetti, primed for God’s grand entrance. I’m proud as punch—they’re His VIPs-in-waiting!

No question, God woke me at this 11th hour for a purpose. His plan? Beats me—I’m not playing guess-the-prophecy. I’ll wait on His timing, shouting His name from every rooftop, probably scaring the neighbors (sorry, not sorry). Evil’s days are numbered, and with God’s strength, I’m here to help kick it to the curb—laughing all the way, because Satan’s got nothing on our King!

God bless you, folks—LFG!!!!!