Launching a new series of posts on my deliverance from recurring dreams and nightmares that began in my early 30’s, and what the Lord instructed me to do about them. Continue reading Of Dreams and Nightmares (AYFH wk 35)
I tried to get my daughter from him (there were now 2 women fighting him). He was so strong, and somehow, I’d ended up on the ground around, holding onto his leg while he held my daughter and my friend held him. I did the only thing I could think to do to make him let go of my daughter … I craned my neck up and I bit … read more Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 32)
By the time we’d moved to the better school district, the extent of how far I’d fallen and how lost I was spiritually was evident by the chaos I was tolerating in my home and marriage. I was either going to lose my mind, or I needed help. One night while “T” was out with “She”, I finally hit bottom. I remember sprawling out on the floor of our bedroom, nose to carpet with arms extended and …. Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 31)
He controlled me with lies leading up to threats of parental kidnapping. During the final years of our marriage, at least once a week I tuck the kids into bed and watched my husband go out on the town with the live-in Nanny. He says this, but my eyes see that … or at least I think they do. He says …. read more. Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 30)
That’s when she told my mom about the abuse she had suffered at the hands of my dad as a young girl. That conversation led my mom to talk to my other two sisters, who both told a similar story. Then they asked me…. had dad every approached me sexually? Of course not! (I had the perfect childhood. Remember?)…. Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 29)
I married “T” on my 21st birthday just two weeks after my divorce finalized. Red flags started going off almost immediately, but I ignored them. I had to. Acknowledging that I might have made a mistake would have meant that I’d be alone again, that I’d be a failure again. And my battered psyche just couldn’t handle that. I needed him, because I needed to be needed and he made me feel needed…. Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 28)
In this next part of my story …. well, there is a lot about it that I am ashamed of. Ashamed of my behavior, ashamed of what I let happen to me, and of what I let happen to those that I love. And I wonder what will be the consequence…. Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 27)
Marriage was supposed to fix everything, it was supposed to mean forever and always. And yet there I was, 20 years old and so completely unloved and unwanted that my husband watched me move out without doing a single thing to stop me. It was absolutely devastating and was the perfect set-up for … Continue reading 2018: A Year For Hope (Week 26)
Putting Hope To Work 