I grew up in church, but I did not grow up in Christ. I had a form of godliness, a very religious frame, but I denied the power. I knew the name of Jesus, but I did not know the Person. In 2015, while in university, everything changed.

I was confronted with questions I couldn't answer. I went home to my apartment, and I cried before God. I told Him that I wanted to tell people about Him—because deep down, I knew this Jesus was real. I just didn't understand why yet.

"I laid down on my bed and decided to read the Word. I remember reading the book of Mark, and for the first time in my entire life, I understood what I read. It felt like scales fell from my eyes."

In that moment, I wasn't at a pulpit. Nobody asked me to repeat a prayer. But my belly was filled with joy, love, and peace for the first time in my life. I had been a slave—to sin, to pornography, to the idolization of secular artists I thought were the epiphany of life. I thought education was it all.

But Jesus humbled me. He showed me that He is the true and living God. He is able to heal, deliver, and change anyone—whether you are rich or poor, famous or forgotten, highly educated or knowing nothing at all. It all comes back to the foundation: The just shall live by faith.

I live by the faith of Abraham—a "crazy" faith that doesn't put God in a box. When God told him to sacrifice his son, Abraham believed so deeply that he knew God would provide, even if He had to raise his son from the dead. That is the mad, limitless faith that defines Prisca Dezigns. We have no box because our God has no box.

Poverty is not a lack of money; it is a state of the mind. And through this foundation, through a simple mustard seed of faith, we can be healed on every level. Jesus is the Way. Jesus is the Truth. And Jesus is alive.