My Story of Freedom

10 years... 10 years ago today, I had no idea the horrific battle zone I was walking into, and the hidden abuse lurking behind the mask. I didn't know that within 24 hours, words of "love" would turn into lashes of hate and abuse mixed with momentary acts of kindness. I didn't know that within 3 weeks, I'd be so devastated, I'd want out...but couldn't see a way out. I didn't know the deception and manipulation operating around me that was so well disguised as true devotion. I

(part 7 of my story) At the end of my 3 week “detox” in KC, I went to return my rental car before flying back to ATL on Mar. 14, 2020. I had spent all morning in the prayer room and felt the Lord speaking to my heart through every song. I knew it was time to go and that I was ready to go back. But even though I was saying goodbye to the prayer room, God wasn’t done speaking…. As I drove to the car rental place about 25 mins away, I was on a long stretch of road when this car

(Part 5 of my Freedom Story) …March 14, 2020 was my last day in KC after being there for 3 weeks. It had truly been a mass overhaul and major detox for my body, soul, and spirit after having my awakening moment Feb. 6th. So much had happened in these 21 days I couldn’t even wrap my head fully around it…I just knew I’d gotten a lot of freedom and healing…especially after the 3 days of deliverance sessions. So much breakthrough had happened and so many things were broken off of

As I look back and reflect on that flight to KC and arriving to the prayer room on Feb. 21, 2020, it was literally like I was being admitted into the ER. My body, mind, and soul had been ravaged from the 5-year battle I had been in, and I was now in triage being hooked up to multiple IV’s.  When you’re in a hospital, you’re not able to do much of anything for yourself…you’re just receiving from others….which is exactly what the Lord had a young lady pray over me one day after

(Part 3 of my story) …it was Feb. 13, 2020, just 1 week after I was awakened to the reality of being in a destructive marriage when the counselor looked at me and asked if there was somewhere I could go to get alone with God to ask him what He wants me to do with this information.  I remember immediately thinking to go to the prayer room in KC, but we were living in ATL on a tight missionary budget. I prayed anyway and asked God to make a way…and He did!  A couple days later,

Freedom Day ❤️🎉 I’m celebrating freedom today…the day God finally let someone see the truth of what I was living in and start leading me to freedom.  …the story continues… 5 years ago, on Feb. 6, 2020, I had just come from meeting with the professional counselor that the church leaders had sent me to 2 weeks after the horrible incident with my husband. I had agreed with the pastors that I needed trauma counseling – I was definitely traumatized - but they failed to acknowledg

5 years.  I can’t believe it’s been 5 years…. At some point during the first week of January 2025, I realized it was 5 years ago that the beginning of the end started…it was the beginning of God rescuing me and opening my eyes to see the emotionally abusive marriage I was in….and it literally saved my life.  It was a miracle.  It was actually countless small miracles that started Jan. 4, 2020, but came to a head on Jan. 13th.  For the previous 5 years since 2015, I had been a