My life changed the day my face hit the glass of our storm door. I was in grave danger, bruised, stalked, and homeless. My husband's explosion left me with nothing but the clothes on my back and a diaper bag for my daughter. When I escaped, my former life was destroyed. No longer welcomed at our church, I felt betrayed. My close friends said they couldn't help, but offered "I'll pray for you." Through the heartache, God has given me a new life, love, and grace. He has blessed me "abundantly, above all I could ask or think" (Ephesians 3:20 KJV).
