You Broke My Faith

#munnamonday

There was a time in my life when I didn’t pray as much to God.

A time when my ego was louder than my gratitude.

A time when I was quicker to praise my own success than to thank the One who allowed it.

A time when I danced with the devil before I ever bent my knee to God.

At that time, I thought I had it all figured out.

I thought I knew everything about life, love, and success.

But the truth?

I was twenty-one years old with money, attention, and respect from the world — and very little faith holding me together.

The world looked at me and saw success.

But inside, there was confusion, anxiety, and emptiness I didn’t know how to name.

My faith didn’t disappear all at once.

It broke slowly.

It broke from men who never had the intention of loving me — only the intention of standing next to something pretty.

A trophy.

A status symbol.

Something nice to show the world but never something they planned to nurture.

It broke from dollar signs that felt like validation and social media lives that convinced me that attention was the same thing as purpose.

It broke from fake friendships that only existed in rooms where bottles were opened and cameras were out.

It broke from material things that looked heavy in price but were weightless in meaning.

For a while, I believed the lie that success could replace faith.

But success without faith is just noise.

Loud.

Temporary.

And exhausting.

The craziest thing about faith is how quietly it returns.

Not always in miracles.

Sometimes it returns in moments of surrender.

Moments when you finally stop praying for things you want and start thanking God for things you already have.

✨Peace instead of validation.

✨Clarity instead of chaos.

✨Strength instead of attention.

It’s strange how life changes when you start praying differently.

Not for more money.

Not for more recognition.

But for discipline.

Patience.

Protection.

And wisdom.

When faith comes back into your life, something shifts.

The anxiety that once lived in your chest starts to loosen its grip.

Not because life becomes easier — but because you no longer believe you’re carrying it alone.

Faith restores something many people don’t realize they’ve lost:

Control of your spirit.

Not control over outcomes.

Not control over people.

But control over who you are becoming.

And when that kind of control returns, something beautiful happens.

You stop chasing the world.

And you start walking with God again.🙏🏽✨

All my love,

Munna Abdelhady