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Can you share about your childhood, and then walk us through the moment that things changed, because you had an incredible transformation? 

Absolutely. It really started at the beginning of my life because I was born into a family with domestic violence. My biological dad was very violent toward my mom. They were young when they got married, and the violence started pretty much from the beginning. I was born learning to fear him, but when I was around three, my mom left him. And when she left him, she went back to Indiana, where her family was, and he stayed in Florida.

I started visiting him during the summers and every other Christmas after the divorce. And when I was around seven, I went down there for the summer, and I knew things were completely different. I’d always feared him, but that is when things got really, really dark. He was getting ready to marry a new woman, and she had some kids of her own. When I first walked into the home, dragons and wizards decorated it, and my biological father was very different. He was into the occult, into Satanism, and just flat-out witchcraft. I didn’t know the words to put to it then, because I had never been around for anything like that. I did not grow up around such things. And that’s when I remembered the sexual abuse starting when I was around seven, and it went on for a few years. When I was around nine, he divorced that woman and left.

More than sexual abuse was the mental torment that he inflicted on me, because he told me he could read my mind, and that no matter where I was, he knew what I was thinking. And if I ever thought badly about him and told anybody about the abuse, he would kill me and my mom both, and I believed him. As a small child, I watched him do rituals. I watched him harm animals and do really dark things. When he said he had power, I believed he had power, and I believed he could read my mind. Even when I would be back with my mom’s side of the family, I would be terrified all the time because I thought he could read my mind. And so, I learned from a young age to suppress everything–I had to suppress my emotions and thoughts. It’s hard to put into words, but imagine not having one safe space, not even in your mind. And that’s exactly how I felt. I was always afraid. All these symptoms stemmed from the abuse, the satanic rituals, and him telling me he could read my mind. To say the least, I was a mess. When I was around 12, he shot himself, but he didn’t die. He lived through it. When he did that, I got so much worse, because when he hurt himself, he was his favorite person in the entire world. And I knew if he could hurt himself, he could harm my mom or me. So that really is when I started having suicidal ideation for the first time. 

While sitting in my upstairs bedroom, I remember considering whether I could tie the blind cord around my neck and jump out the window, and that's also when I first started cutting. I recall that the fear of only being injured and not ceasing to exist scared me from ending my life. I didn’t want to go through life crippled or whatever the outcome would have been. Now, I know God was saving me. I never really felt like I had access to a way to harm myself. We didn’t have the internet back then. Praise the Lord. But that really is when a spirit of suicide attached to me. And it followed me throughout my life until a few years ago.My teenage years were very tumultuous, to say the least. I was very interested in men twice my age. When I was 14, I was in sexual relationships with men in their mid-20s. My body meant absolutely nothing to me. I always felt like I was born with an old soul. The reality was that I couldn’t relax or have carefree fun like my peers, as I was always on alert to avoid saying something wrong.

I got saved at 18. I got married to my first husband at 16. That marriage was full of domestic violence. It was a very volatile relationship. And I felt like I deserved it because my biological dad had already trained me that those who are supposed to love you can hurt you. And that’s just part of life—it was my whole mindset, so I told nobody. I covered the abuse. It actually was more of a self-harming behavior because I would push and push until he would finally explode. Then we could have peace in the home for a little while. Looking back, it was a way for me to continue punishing myself because I never felt worthy, good enough, or loved. I never felt like I fit in with anybody or anywhere. And so we got married, but then I got saved at 18. My parents—my mom and stepdad—went to church and invited us along. And I got saved and gave my heart to the Lord. And, you know, I had this idea that whenever I started serving God and living for him, everything would get better. My grandparents were Christians. I grew up in a Christian household, but I didn’t understand Christianity clearly. I knew who God was, but I didn’t really know Him for myself. And then I got to know Him for myself. But the problem was I had a wall up because I didn’t trust Him because of the childhood abuse. I couldn’t reconcile the God of the Bible, who could do anything, with the God who allowed that to happen to me. And so I always kept Him at arm’s length. I loved Him, and I wanted to submit fully to Him, but I didn’t trust Him. And, you know, you’ll never fully submit to somebody that you don’t trust. God did these massive miracles—He split the Red Sea, and people walked through it. But whenever I was going through abuse, it felt like He wasn’t there. He didn’t stop it, and I knew He could. The only sensible conclusion I can draw is that He chose not to. This led to inward hatred, as it fostered the belief that I was so bad, damaged, and broken that even God would not save me. So not only did nobody physically save me, but even God saw me going through that and chose not to save me.

I continued serving Him throughout my 20s, and life was very bleak. Doctors eventually diagnosed me with severe depression, PTSD, and dissociative identity disorder when I was in my mid-20s. At this time, I went back to college to become a mental health professional myself and am practicing as a clinical mental health professional. I was a family and child therapist and a mental health therapist. It was a terrible idea because I was still very unhealed. And so, I would go and listen to children all day long, telling me about their trauma. And then I would go home and have to cut. I have scars all over my body where I used to cut to make it through the evening with my family. And so that’s what caused me to go back into therapy for myself, because I realized quickly that it was not a good thing and it was not helpful to me to be practicing at all. I went back into therapy for myself with a Christian counselor. And after a few weeks, she and I had a serious conversation about it not being ethical for me to practice any longer. I had a heart for people and wanted to help them, but I was not healthy enough to help anybody. And so, I resigned with the idea that I would come back in a few years and then be back in the field after I had healed. 

I continued with therapy for a while, and I got worse. My therapist was the one who diagnosed me with a dissociative identity disorder. The idea behind DID is that when you have trauma, especially early childhood trauma, it can cause the personality to split into separate parts, so you can have parts of yourself split, and it’s like having many people living in the same body—one body, many people. My therapist told me I had to encourage myself to allow each part to express itself, to allow it to coexist with them, so I started doing that, and I would let them talk through me. I had different voices, and they were very distinct, and I knew their personality traits and knew when each one was around or speaking—I knew who they were. I knew many of their names. I wasn’t surprised when doctors diagnosed me, but I felt very ashamed and didn’t tell anyone. Nobody knew as much as my husband. He knew more than anybody, but still shared little with him. I wasn’t ashamed of the PTSD or the depression. In a way, I wore them like badges of honor because of everything I had walked through. But the DID brought a deep sense of shame, and I hid it as much as I could. My family knew I had drastic mood swings and could switch in an instant—I was volatile and struggled with intense anger.

In addition, I was extremely ill. I had tons of diagnoses. I was on a lot of medication, and my health and mental health continued declining each month. The suicidal ideation was constant. The voices—I always call them the voices. They would tell me to just kill myself. My family would be better without me. I could go rest and be with Jesus. Wouldn't it be better to just rest? But then they also hated God. They were constantly saying, "If God loves you, why won't he heal you?" Why is He leaving you like this? Why doesn't He care about you? If He's a good father, what father would let their child go through this? I was very protective of the voices because I thought they were protecting me. I thought they loved me. And that's what I had been told, and I believed it. 

The diagnosis of DID wasn't surprising to me; I had it, and it got worse because I gave in to it and validated it. Because of this, I thought everybody just needed to leave me alone and let me be who I am because I've suffered, and I would even tell my husband, "If I had heart disease, you would give me a pill, and you would feel compassion for me." So mental illness is no different—just get off my back, basically, and let me be. But the problem is I was incredibly hard to live with. I was very critical, manipulative, hateful, judgmental, wrapped in pity, and in pits of despair. "Oh, woe is me" was every single day, day in and day out, and I allowed that to become my identity—I allowed it to become a very integral part of who I was. Because I had the idea that the trauma had helped shape my character and that there was nothing I could do about that. The trauma changed me so drastically that it changed the neurotransmitters and chemicals in my brain—it changed my body. And I was basically helpless to how it had changed me, so I thought I just needed coping skills to cope with it the best I knew how. I prayed God would heal me, but in the meantime, everybody just needs to deal with it. And so that's where I was in 2019. It had gotten extremely dark. I was still serving God to the best of my ability in that moment. Was it great? No, because I didn't trust God. My anger and bitterness grew, and I failed to recognize my declining health and worsening mind. There were times I thought I was going to slip into insanity and not remember who I was at all. The voices would beg me to let them take the driver's seat, and I knew if I let them take the driver's seat, I, the core of me, would be gone. It was a constant battle to stay alive and not kill myself.

My son reached out to me in 2019. And he said, “Mom, I think there's this ministry you need to listen to.” And I said, "Okay." By that time in my life, I knew I was going to die, or God was going to have to do something. I've tried to think about how many specialists; there's no way for me to even remember how many treatments I had and tried—I went the natural and pharmaceutical route, and I was getting worse. Even after engaging in inner healing prayer ministry, my condition worsened. Life had brought me to a crucial crossroads. Either I'm going to get better, or I'm going to die. And so, not that I was going to kill myself. I mean, that was a constant threat, but my body just physically would not maintain this much longer. And so, when my son reached out to me, I knew I should listen to what he encouraged me to listen to, so I listened to a sermon. It was one sermon. And in that sermon, the preacher was talking about how even as Christians, we can need deliverance. I had never heard of deliverance. I had been in spirit-filled churches, and I had never heard the word "deliverance." No one had really taught me anything about spiritual warfare. We learned that demons were real, but no one taught us how to combat their tormenting influence.

My whole life, from the time I was young, I would see things. I would see dark shadows walking through my house. It would be nothing to see full-on people walk through the house and peek around corners at me. The lights would turn on and off. My bed would shake and vibrate all night. Sometimes I would wake up with bite marks on my body or bruises shaped like a handprint. My husband had never experienced stuff like that. And then once we got married and lived together, he was like, “How do you deal with this?” And I'm like, “Well, what do you want me to do about it? What am I supposed to do?” And then he started getting afraid because he started seeing things and hearing things, like the doors opening and different things happening in the house. He told me, “I don't know how you live with this," and now he had to live with it too. We had received no instructions on how to handle it. So, I heard that sermon, and I reached out to the minister, and I said, “Do you have anything that you can recommend? I know nothing about what you're teaching, but I think I need it.” Then he recommended a few books. I put them on the shelf, and I lost a year. That year, I got sicker. I had this weird thing going on where if I tried to talk, I would cough, and I couldn't even get a full sentence out without coughing. We lived in Arizona then and made frequent trips to the Mayo Clinic. They weren’t nailing down a diagnosis, and I was on breathing treatments.

Then, at the beginning of May 2020, the Lord said to me, “Set aside a week for prayer and fasting for healing and deliverance.” So, I set aside a week and put it on the calendar. I scheduled the week of May 24th so that I would have time to prepare. Then He said, “Make it public.” And I respond, “Lord, people don't care. Nobody wants to know. Why would I do that?” But I did it. I was at this point in my life where I was ready to surrender everything. If He legitimately told me to burn my house down, I would say, "Where's the match?" I knew I was at the turning point, and I knew I was going to get free, or I was going to die. I was finally ready to surrender everything. So, I made it public, and people started. The outpouring was absolutely amazing. People were sending me scriptures, saying they would stand with me in prayer. And then God told me to have my parents come over midweek to pray for me in person. And I said, “Lord, I don't want to because they live two hours away. If you really want them to come, will you please tell them to come? They’ll listen to You.” Shortly after that prayer, my mom messaged me and said, "Nichole, I really feel like the Lord is saying we need to come to visit you mid-week." That was my confirmation.

Before our prayer session, I had sent them a few videos on the basics of deliverance ministry. I had read a few books and watched several teachings, so I sent them some foundational material because I knew deliverance would be part of what I needed. But going into it, I still didn’t know if I had alters. Some ministries teach that people have different parts, and those parts can have demons, and that you need to do a lot of inner work to address it all. I didn’t know what was what. I knew I needed some level of deliverance, but I didn’t know to what extent. I thought maybe I had one or two demons and the rest were alters that God would need to heal—but truly; I had no idea.

Leading up to that prayer time, the Lord took me through a deep, deep surrender. He showed me a vision of two paths. On one path, I could keep questioning why those things happened to me—why He didn’t intervene, why bad things happen to children—and if I stayed on that path, I would simply continue living the way I was. Or I could release all of that and walk down a new path of total faith and total surrender. And I knew when He showed me that, surrender meant I would never ask again. It wasn’t just surrendering in that moment; I was choosing to let go for the rest of my life.

It meant reconciling the fact that walking by faith requires not having all the answers—and being okay with that. That was hard because those questions had lived in me my entire life. I often asked Him, “Lord, why do You let these things happen?” I knew all the Christian explanations—we live in a fallen world—but I still couldn’t reconcile it in my heart.

As I prayed and released it, something massive happened. God flipped my entire perspective. I had always viewed God through the lens of my abuse and everything that happened to me. That was my filter. But when I surrendered, I chose—intentionally—to walk by faith. It wasn’t Him forcing me. It wasn’t Him doing everything for me in that moment. It was my choice. I realized I’m not owed any answers. God already did everything for me on the cross. So I laid it all down.

I didn’t fully realize what happened until much later, looking back over the past several years. He truly transformed my lens. Now, I view Him through the truth of His Word, not through my pain. I walk through things I don’t understand. I walk through situations that make absolutely no sense—but they don’t have to. I view Him through faith.

The Word of God says He is good. He is a good Father. He is gracious and kind. That is the truth I stand on—not what my circumstances tell me. Circumstances can lie. My emotions can lie. The enemy absolutely can lie. But the one thing that will never lie is the Word of God. That is my lens now. I view life through the truth of His Word—not my emotions and not whatever I’m walking through in the moment.

Another thing he led me through was deep, deep repentance–a cleansing. I allowed the abuse to turn me into a person who was not God’s plan for my life and identity. God never created me with anger, hurt, bitterness, and resentfulness. When He was knitting me together in my mother's womb, those were not the character traits He was putting into me. But I had allowed the abuse to make me someone that He did not intend for me to be. God also showed me how I had allowed that abuse to cause me to become an abuser. I was verbally and emotionally abusive toward my husband and emotionally neglectful and abusive toward my son. All my excuses were being stripped away, so I could take accountability for how I’ve allowed myself to turn into. And I'm sorry. And it was gut-wrenching repentance because I had never let myself see who I was. This was a difficult but necessary several days. And that's why it had to be the first of the month, because he told me to do it on the 24th, because this was a few weeks of preparation. 

During this time, God also told me to stop consuming sugar. This was a big step for me because I was heavily addicted to anything with sugar—cake and pop especially—so I stopped cold turkey. I even wrote it on a Post-it note: “God says stop consuming sugar.” I wrote the date and stuck it where I would see it every day because I knew it was going to be extremely difficult.The day my parents came finally arrived. What followed was four and a half hours of intense spiritual warfare. During that time, between 45 and 60 demons were cast out.On the other side of it, I had zero mental illness—not even a hint of it. I went into that four and a half hours with hundreds of PTSD triggers, but afterward they were completely gone. The OCD—counting and obsessiveness—was gone. The DID and what had been called “alters” were gone as well. They were not alters and they were not part of me. Every single one of them was demons. All of them. I felt each one come out.The depression was gone. I was set 100% free mentally.Now, over the years there were still other areas where God brought healing, but the mental illness was completely gone. I went from being tormented 24/7—often waking up in the night under torment—to being completely and totally free.And for the first time in my life, I experienced peace.

Nicole shares how she’s coming alongside others, Fullness Of Joy Ministry, her books about deliverance, and the blueprint to get free.

What encouragement do you want to leave with somebody who desperately wants freedom but doesn't know where to start?

Surrender is key to every area of our lives. No matter what we're facing or going through, we need to be totally surrendered to God. Confidently trust and rely on the Lord with all your heart and don’t lean on your own understanding—give it all to Him.

Don't give up and lose hope. Even if it looks bleak, don't give up. Stir up your hope. With the Lord, you can walk in freedom. Every single one of us carries the authority of Jesus Christ, so if you're a believer, you carry the authority of Jesus Christ. You don't need somebody else's authority because you already carry that in you. And yeah, it can seem scary and daunting, but God will show up and will be there. Don't give up—don't get mad at God—don't blame God. Don't run from God. Run to God. Don't allow what's going on in your head or in your life to create a wall between you and God. Start with surrender. Fully surrender every area of your life to Him. Our healing is not always once and done. Sometimes it’s a process.

Also, learn about spiritual warfare. I still have spiritual warfare. It's not like I went through deliverance and the demons are just poof and gone. They're not in me anymore. Deliverance gets demons out of us, but it doesn't stop the spiritual warfare that we face in this world.

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Before you met your husband, you endured an abusive relationship that cost you a child and battled anxiety and depression—even contemplating taking your own life. During that season of your life, what were you feeling about yourself? 

Yes. So, in 2008, it's crazy to think that it was that long ago that my pain and suffering started. Right after high school, I dated a guy, and we were together for quite a while. I then uprooted and moved. I didn't speak to my family very much because we only had one car, and he worked, so I didn't have a way to see my parents. As a result, I became a stranger to them for a little over a year. We ended up getting pregnant, and I was eight months along. I was having a girl, and he decided he didn't love me anymore and didn't want the responsibility of being a father, so he pushed me down the stairs as I was carrying in groceries one night. Looking back on that time now, I see that God started working right away because the first officer on the scene looked at my driver's license and saw my maiden name, which was still my last name since I hadn't married. The officer happened to know my mom and proceeded to contact her and said, "Your daughter's on the way to the hospital. You need to come and be with her." My mom was confused and she said, "I don't know what you mean. I haven't talked to her in over a year. What's going on?" And he said, "Well, she probably lost a child. You need to come to the hospital." My parents helped me leave my boyfriend, and we pressed charges, and he served time. During that time, I felt broken and invisible, as if I would never be worthy of someone's love and be the mom I so desperately wanted to be—that's all I had ever dreamed of—having my own family and being a mom. I didn't know if I would ever be able to have kids again because it was such a traumatic loss, and honestly, I was scared to love again, but a few years later, I met my husband, and I saw that I could love again and have happiness. 

Before you met your husband, did you visit a church that a family friend had invited you to?

Yes. A family friend, who knew one of our relatives, asked us to visit a church because they were aware that I was struggling. And I went, and I fell in love with it. The pastor, who was leading the church at the time, instilled in me a hunger for a deeper understanding of God, which led to my baptism and becoming born again. I wanted to put my life back on track. Healing from my trauma took a while and was a process.

It was after you gave your life to Christ and were baptized that you started dating your husband.

Yes.

You were happily married for almost 9 years. What happened in mid-November? How did your life take a turn for the worse? 

In mid-November of 2024, I was at work just on a typical Monday morning. Then, suddenly, my phone started blowing up with text messages and phone calls. My neighbor was trying to find out what was going on at our house. We lived with my parents, and there were a dozen cop cars outside, and they had my dad outside in handcuffs. I panicked, like anybody would have. Then, my coworker informed me that my husband was outside and wanted to speak with me. I went out there and I said, "What is going on?" And my husband said, "I have a past that has caught up to me that I have kept from you." I will explain everything later after things settle down." So I went home because I was impatient. It was traumatic, and it was as though my life was flashing in front of my eyes, and I kept saying to myself, "What do I do? What's going on?" 

After the cops had left, my husband came back home, and I met him outside. And I remember I ran to him, screaming at him, and hitting him. I was mortified that he didn't tell me about his own past trauma and abuse. He opened up to me and told me that he didn't have a good childhood. And I could relate to him at that time because I had a hard time; it's not like my parents were abusive or anything, but I got harsher punishments as a child. For two days, my head was spinning. I didn't know what to do. I told my husband I needed to take a drive and clear my mind. I had nowhere particular to go—I just got in my car and drove, and I ended up in the parking lot of the church where we used to attend services and where we got married. Although no vehicles were in the parking lot, I decided to check if the doors were unlocked. They were, so I went inside the sanctuary and I prayed. Moments later, I heard someone say, "Hello." I barely turned myself from the pew, and the pastor said, "Nancy, is everything okay?" And, by the way, this is a different pastor from the one who married us. I had only met him once, two years prior, and he recognized me, calling me by name. It just gave me goosebumps because I know he's not Jesus, but he called me by name just like Jesus does. He asked me what had happened, and I told him everything, expecting him to turn me away. He didn't. Pastor Jake asked if there was anything he could do to help. And I told him, "We need God. We need to come back to church. I know my husband is sorry because I could see it in his eyes, but I need help coping with this." He read scriptures and prayed with me, and then he asked, "Would your husband meet with me?" And so I went home and I asked my husband, and he said, "Yes, I would like to meet with him." So then we met with Pastor Jake at his home, and my husband told him everything. 

Is there anything else that you would like to share? 

Finding forgiveness or finding the strength to forgive my husband was very difficult. Since November 2024, my husband and I have made significant progress. We initially strayed from God, but my husband and I have grown and strengthened our marriage. Are there times I am mad at him for what we are going through right now? Absolutely, I am. Will he resort to backwardness and head down the wrong path again? No, I don’t think he will. And the reason why is that he has asked me to forgive him a handful of times since this all started. I couldn’t forgive him at first, but one day, while looking back at our wedding photos, I was reminded of the vows I had said to my husband in front of God and our family, and that I would love, honor, and cherish my husband in good times and bad. Yes, we are currently going through a difficult time. My husband made a mistake, and he has accepted the consequences. God forgave him. He will only continue to be a man of God. We struggle daily because my family and others know what my husband’s sin was, and they refuse to have anything to do with us. However, our two children and I have a strong relationship with God, as well as with our pastor and others in our congregation, who have counseled and supported us. A powerful verse Pastor Jake shared with us when I was ready to fully forgive my husband was from Matthew 6:14—“For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.” It’s essential to remember that forgiveness, as seen in scriptures like Matthew 6:14, reminds us that since God forgives us, we must also offer forgiveness to those who have wronged us. And at that moment, I could finally truly forgive my husband for what he had done, and I was able to also forgive my past abuser for the child I lost. So from 2008 until 2024, I had not forgiven that man until then. It has helped me so much, and I feel stronger. I know in my heart that one day I’ll see my daughter, and I can’t wait to see her. Jesus loves us so much that He died on that cross so that when we repent and ask for forgiveness, we are forgiven. People, sadly, look at a sin and then they compare it to the next person and don’t take an honest look at themselves first. We need to take a closer look at ourselves rather than at another person, because we’re all sinners.

Now, both you and your husband are serving in the church, attending services consistently, praying, and staying in Scripture. How can such practices change a person's life? 

It can change it tremendously. I'll also address another question, as it is related to this one. Staying in the church and surrounding yourself with people of faith is crucial. I truly felt the presence of God in this situation. Approximately three months after our journey began, we met with Pastor Jake, as he had inquired about how things were going. He said, "What if we tell more people?" My husband was open to repenting to the elders of our church. We have 12 elders. They are the eyes and the ears of the church, and they can help try to keep things at bay, if you will, and help protect my husband and me. So, we met with the 12 elders, Pastor Jake, and Brian. Brian is a member of our church and a good friend of ours, to whom we also told the situation. And he has been just like Pastor Jake. We felt the Lord's presence that night because my husband confessed to 12 people that we had only known each other for three months. Pastor Jake told them, "We know it's a lot to take in. His past is a lot. We don't want you to react right now if you need the time." One elder stood up, went over to my husband, put his hand on his back, and said, "Brother, let us help carry your burden because guess what the good news is? You're forgiven. Let us help you and carry your cross." And at that moment, all the other elders stood up and surrounded my husband, praying over him.

I get goosebumps thinking about it because it was an amazing night, one that I will never forget. We're both now in the choir. My husband has led a couple of Bible studies, and I assist in teaching Sunday school. Our church has been a great support system. It keeps us on track and strengthens our faith and our relationship with God. We're with people who see us and who have forgiven us. God also brought people into our lives that I would have never thought possible. We went to Louisiana a couple of years ago and happened to meet my husband's friend's brother and his wife; she is now my best friend. Even from thousands of miles away, Jennifer and her husband, Marshall, have stood by us every step of the way. I also met two coworkers, as well as other women from our church or school. I found out that they are Christian women, and I've been able to open up to them and say, "Hey, I'm going through something. Can you pray with me? Can you help me out?" And they didn't ask for the reasoning because they already knew. And they said, "Nobody's perfect. Whatever you have going on, you don't need to tell us, but we're going to pray with you and help you in any way we can." It's been a blessing to see God bring people into my life whom He knew I needed, and it's been truly amazing to be a part of our church family. 

What encouragement would you give to someone watching who feels hopeless, broken, or far from God right now?

My encouragement is that my journey is long, and some days I fall short. I get angry, cry, and have even been diagnosed by my therapist with PTSD from my own past trauma. I still have flashbacks of what happened to me, but I know now that God has been with me the whole time. He has never left my side. I was lost for quite a few years, and so was my husband. It took a huge trial to pull us back to God. God used a difficult situation to teach us a lesson. A lesson I will never forget. One of the most extraordinary abilities God has given us is the ability to believe. When you believe, you ignite the promise of God, and the surpassing greatness of His power is released. When you believe, doors will open. You will defeat giants.

My husband and I have a long road ahead of us. However, we now have something we did not have at the beginning. We have faith and we believe in God. My hope and my testimony are this. To share my story and continue sharing it, I'm working on becoming a motivational speaker. I want to write a book eventually. That's why I started my website; I want to support others who feel alone and isolated, because I have been there many times in my life, and God has redeemed my story. No matter where you are in life, it is never too late to receive God's gift to us, and that is everlasting life with Him in heaven. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16. You can receive that beautiful gift. All you have to do is repent for your sins and ask Jesus into your life and heart. God redeemed my story, and He can redeem yours as well.

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