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Practicing Grace in All Circumstances

My life, although I was loved and cared for, was steeped in volatility from an early age. My mom was a good mom, and my dad loved me dearly, but they weren’t good for each other, and it didn’t seem like they truly loved each other, either. Like so many families without Jesus Christ, ours was broken long before my parents divorced and my dad moved away to Pennsylvania. Alcoholism ran in my family on my dad’s side, passed down to him from his father, and it tore our family apart. I witnessed more than my fair share of alcohol and spousal abuse when I was a little girl—even though I barely remember it. After my parents separated, I followed in my mom’s footsteps by getting into unhealthy, turbulent relationships as a teenager and left to fend for myself the same as she did.

Having to protect myself against toxic, ungodly men and from the evils of society became my every day…

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