Cracking the code part one.

“Mom, tell them to stop praying for me!". Those were the words that broke my mother's heart a few years ago when I was going through a tough time in my life, in business and personally. My late mother used to tell me to pray and tried to help me find solace in the fact that her sister-in-law and her best friend prayed for me daily. My mother was not particularly religious; she did however fear God and was worried about Him taking his wrath out on me. I didn't believe in God though.

Finally I decided that if these two lovely ladies were praying for me, the least I could do is pray too. I used to run for at least 45 minutes a day and figured I could pray at that time, killing two birds with one stone. The more I prayed the worse things got. It is a long time ago and memory is hazy, but the more I prayed for God’s blessings the less I received and the more I lost. My whole life went to pot; I was losing about R30 000-R40 000 per month and had two people’s lives in my hands.

I became very, very angry with God. I had no fear of him. I often tempted him to smite me down, which he never did. I still didn't believe that he existed.

I am writing about my walk with God so in the hope that my story will inspire anyone who is struggling spiritually, anyone who is truly seeking and cannot find the way, cannot crack the code so to speak. Next time we chat I will go back in time and give a bit of a history of myself. In the meantime as Creflo Dollar says” In all your getting get understanding”