I Rejected the Richest Guy in Church—Here’s Why I Don’t Regret It: Episode 26
EPISODE 26: What Remains
That night, after everything, I sat alone in my room, staring at the Bible on my bed.
For the first time in weeks, there was no anxiety buzzing under my skin. No heavy questions clogging my mind.
Just a quiet space.
A holy stillness.
I picked up my Bible and flipped, almost mindlessly, until my eyes fell on a verse I had once underlined in thick blue ink:
“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.”
— Exodus 14:14
I smiled.
A real, deep, grateful smile.
Because that was exactly what had happened.
I didn’t have to shout.
I didn’t have to defend myself.
I didn’t have to expose Charles.
God had fought for me.
And won.
I thought back to everything Grace had said. Everything the Holy Spirit had whispered. Everything that could have gone wrong if I had moved ahead by sight instead of by spirit.
And then, quietly, I began to pray.
Not the desperate prayers I had prayed weeks ago, begging for answers.
This time, it was different.
This time, it was gratitude.
Worship.
Surrender.
“Lord,” I whispered, “thank You for protecting me from what I thought I wanted. Thank You for loving me enough to say ‘no’ when I couldn’t see the danger. Thank You for teaching me that my worth is not tied to being chosen by anyone… but by You.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks—not bitter tears.
Healing tears.
There would be people who would still ask questions.
There would be rumors, misunderstandings.
There would even be some who would secretly blame me for Charles’ exposure.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Because I knew the truth.
And I knew the One who held my story in His hands.
As I closed my Bible and turned off the light, one final thought settled sweetly into my heart:
I hadn’t lost.
I had won.
Not because I proved anything.
But because I refused to lose myself.
And in the end, that was the real victory.
To be continued…
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