Somewhere along the way, something shifted for me. It wasn’t as simple as going back to God anymore. I began to doubt my ability to hear God. Before making certain decisions, I felt the need to “check” with another person. Before acting on conviction, I sought confirmation – not from God, but from a man (yes, even though that man was a man of God).

One of the greatest dangers in ministry is not rebellion—but silence: when submission is taught in a way that kills discernment, conscience, and moral responsibility. Let me break down a scenario: I was once influenced to not attend a wedding. The reason I was given was that the people were out of God’s will and had incurred God’s wrath.

We were taught the value of sacrifice, and my husband and I genuinely found joy in the rhythm of church life—being present, worshipping together, praying together. But over time, it became tedious for me. We were on the clock constantly. Living about 30 kilometres away from church—Ghanaian kilometres, with traffic and potholes—only compounded the strain. The late nights—or early dawns, depending on how you look at it—didn’t help either.