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Before I could even process what was happening, my husband returned to the room like a lion about to sink his teeth into the neck of the slowest gazelle in the pack, me. I was caught and had been found guilty as charged and he would become the jury and the judge. As he held the cold hard steel gun to the side of my temple, demanding to know the truth, I feared for my life. I did what most of us do in a crisis, I begged God to please help me. This time I had crossed the line with the wrong man. All his love turned to rage. The bible tells us in Proverbs 6:34-35 “For jealously makes a husband furious: he will show no compassion when he takes revenge. He will accept no compensation. He will not be appeased, no matter how large you make the gift.” All of my husband’s love had turned to rage. I knew if God didn’t intervene at that moment it would be the end of my life. I had been beaten up, choked and similar to a scene out of a horror movie, tied to a tree and left before for cheating but this time it was almost surreal. Please God help me, please ...