YOU WON’T UNDERSTAND… Unless you’ve walked in my shoes, you might not fully grasp why I worship God the way I do—with every fiber of my being, with tears streaming, with hands raised like I’m reaching for the One who refused to let me go. Listen, I’ve stared death in the face more times than I can count. People looked at me and whispered, “This one no go survive.” Poison entered my body—not once, not twice, but repeatedly—and each time, the enemy thought, “This is the end.” But God’s mercy rose…