Lucy Meadows was raised atheist and became openly hostile toward Christianity after being labeled and pushed out in a heavily Christian environment. But she didn’t reject spirituality altogether. As long as it wasn’t Christianity, she was open to it—and what she stepped into was real. But it didn’t lead where she expected.

 

What began as exploration turned into something darker. Something she couldn’t control. And eventually, it led her to a moment in her living room where, without having the right words or even knowing who she was reaching out to, she asked for help. What happened next was immediate. It was personal. And it completely disrupted everything she thought she knew about God, truth, and even her own identity.