I remember finally having the courage that day to leave. I can remember sitting on my bed and something saying..go. I moved the dresser and walked out...
As I walked tears were streaming down my face and I'll never forget walking past two men...and one of them said to me..."Sweetheart, it can't be that bad...your too beautiful to cry". Don't worry I didn't take his "beautiful" comment to the head, but it spoke to me. Through all the mess that I endured and would still...it couldn't be that bad. Gods hand was on me...completely unworthy..it was. And it would be He that loved me so much that would always tell me to go...and so I do. Never stopping...often pausing though. I am indeed imperfect but always striving toward Him. He is my comfort in dark places! How could I have ever gotten so far from His reach...