Father, hear me...


Sometimes, in the midst of all the pain you NEED to remember to turn to God for healing of your mind, your heart, your soul. 
There is no other way to escape the demons attacking you. There is no other love that can comfort you and give you peace. 
Do not let the demons win! It's a tough battle but you can do it. They are not stronger than God. 
In my dark hour, I wanted to end my life. My demons tried to convince me it was the only way to end the pain. If not for my kids and grandkids, I might have believed them enough to follow through. But I knew I would enslave my children in an unimaginable pain as long as they lived. God put my focus on them. Reminding me there was more to hold on to than the betrayal and disappointment that was thrown at me by people I trusted. By a man who never belonged in my life. God gave me plenty of queues to leave. He showed me many times that my marriage was not blessed and I didn't belong there. Looking back at all the reasons I stayed, it was my demons and his demons holding me down. 

I will continue to tell my story because it gives me peace to let it go.  I will write and publish as long as I believe it's reaching ONE person who will see themselves in my story and find their own courage to run. 
But today, I give my mind back to God. I give my heart back to God. I surrender my soul to His loving hands and trust that He's got me. 

JESUS is the ONLY way you're going to pull through this. Allow him to lift the curse and watch those pieces leaving your body, return healthier and stronger than ever before. 
YOU ARE NOT ALONE! ❤️

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