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You’re Exactly His Type™ — The Beginning
This book wasn’t built for applause, platform, or performance.
You’re Exactly His Type™ was birthed in a storm —through tears, warfare, and holy instruction.
This is not just a story — it’s my testimony.
It was created by the ache of always feeling unseen. From the silence of being misunderstood.
From the battle of wondering if I’d ever be enough.
Eventually, I reached the kind of breaking point that lands you in a hospital.
I had no words, no strength, no memory of who I was —
But Jesus met me there.
And in that place, He whispered: “You’re exactly My type.”
About the Book
This book is for the one who’s been rejected, overlooked, judged, or silenced — especially by those who claimed to represent God.
You’re Exactly His Type is a healing invitation for anyone who has ever felt out of place — whether at work, in their community, within their family, or in religious spaces. It’s for the ones who question their worth, their calling, or whether God could still use them.
Some left the church because of hypocrisy and rejection.
Others never stepped foot inside one, assuming they weren’t good enough.
Still others stayed… but silently questioned if they truly belonged.
This book is for all of them.
This book was wept out in worship. Wrestled out in warfare. Birthed in a hospital room when my mind broke — but Jesus didn’t leave.
I wasn’t weak — I was in training.
I wasn’t passive- I was pregnant.
I wasn’t ignorant — I was waiting.
You can’t microwave maturity.
You can’t shortcut sanctification.
And you absolutely cannot fake the oil.
Real transformation is slow, deep, and often painful.
The process of becoming whole, healed, and set apart doesn’t happen overnight.
When something is holy — set apart by God — it’s worth the wait.
Holiness can’t be rushed and You’re exactly His type.
Sneak Peek from the Prelude: How I Ended Up in the Emergency Room
“And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and the word of their testimony…” — Revelation 12:11
I was born in shame.
Rejected before I took my first breath.
Pregnant at fourteen. Stripped of custody.
Humiliated in church. Betrayed at the altar.
And yet — somehow — still called.
I ran from the pain. I buried my story.
Until one day, in the middle of a mental breakdown, Jesus met me.
I lost my memory… but I didn’t lose Him.
In a hospital room, with nothing but my name and address, I heard Him say:
“You’re exactly My type.”
He didn’t shame me. He saved me.
He restored my mind and gave me a mission:
Tell them I still heal.
Tell them I still speak.
Tell them how gracious and merciful I am.
Tell them — they’re exactly My type.
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